Stories Read Aloud On Youtube Novels & Stories

I really didn't know that until today. My attention was drawn back to Hailey as I hear her voice asking Darrell to read her a bed time story before going to bed. “ Okay, so which one do you want us to read?” “ The little mermaid.” “ Oh that one. Right on it, my little princess.” I couldn't help but smile as I listened to him read her a bedtime story in his gentle, soothing voice after Hailey complained more than three times, telling him the kind of voice she wants Darell to use when reading the story.

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

That got Liliana all excited, but he held his tongue. They put the kids to bed, but Joyanna requested a story. The kids had long outgrown their habit of listening to stories before going to bed. But this had been a memorable day. Jonathan was elated since he had thought he would never get to read for the kids. He volunteered and read them the story of Hansel and Gretel as they fell asleep. “Happy?” Liliana asked as they exited the kid’s bedroom. “Yes, very!” Jonathan admitted placing a kiss on her forehead.

they demanded, so I had no choice but to go on. “—And then the evil queen was defeated, and they all lived happily ever after.” I said on conclusion to the fourth story I would telling the kids. What can I say, kids loves a good story and one that has a good narrator. “Another story!! We want another story!! Another one.” They all yelled repeatedly and I stared at Jackson for help, my moth is in pain and I don’t think I could handle another story. “Okay kids, it’s time to pain. Uncle Jackson has made all the arrangements, feel free to pain whatever you want paint.” Jackson said in a loud voice, the kids yelled happily standing up from the floor and heading to the drawing room.

Paxton was between us. “This one!” Paxton pointed to Jack and The Bean Stalk. “Alright,” I chuckled. “Daddy, can you please read it the way they do in the movies? With that voice?” he looked up to me. Angelina sniggered and I sighed and nodded. I got into my narrator and storybook voice and began to tell the story. They both tiredly giggled here and there, but by the time I got halfway, snores filled the room. I looked to my side to find them both fast asleep. I leaned over and kissed both their foreheads before joining them in a peaceful and content slumber.

I continued, "you chose to make him your best friend? Of all the wonderful girls in the world, you decided that this man would be your confidant?" I leaned closer to Evans, making sure he felt every word. "Tell me, Evans, have you ever heard the story of The Goat and the Yam?" Evans blinked, clearly confused. "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about." I turned to Anya, "you?" She shifted nervously. "I’ve never heard that story either." I sighed dramatically and sat back down, crossing my legs. "Alright, I’ll tell you. It’s a short story....one you both need to hear."

I stage whisper. “You’re going to frighten the boy with those spooky stories,” Jenni scolds. “I’m not scared.” Hayden puffs his chest out, all bravado. “I want to hear about Gordon.” Jenni brings over a package of hotdogs and a couple of roasting sticks, the kind that retract to get really small and easily transportable. She extends them and stabs a hotdog onto one before handing it to Hayden. “Did you know there was once gold discovered in these mountains?” I ask.

Such a little smarty-pants. I start telling her the tale of "Goldie Locks and Three Bears." Of course, she questioned every aspect of the story from how the bears could build and own a house in the woods. To how are they can cook. I barely get to the part where Goldie Locks is discovered sleeping by the bears when Brixtius returns with items I requested.

“You’re the best big sister.” Lila beamed. Later—after baths, after dinner (spaghetti, Noah’s favorite, sauce everywhere)—they sat on the deck for story time. Lila chose The Little Mermaid—again. Alexander read—voices perfect, dramatic pauses. Noah listened—wide-eyed, thumb in mouth. When the book ended, Lila looked up at Alexander. “Daddy… tell real story?” Alexander raised an eyebrow. “Real story?” “About before me. When you meet Mama.”