Story Time Book Novels & Stories

“This has nothing to do with that health spell you did last night, does it?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kristy laughs. “I’m just glad she’ll be the one reading her book to the children and not me. It’s crazy our little event sold completely out.” “It’s going to be great,” I tell her, knowing she’s still a bit nervous for the Story Time event we have planned at our bookstore tomorrow. The whole thing is for charity, with all the money from the tickets going to Thorne Hill’s 4H group. We have three authors coming to read their favorite children’s book to the kids participating, and then Kristy has the cutest book-themed crafts planned after that.

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.

Ainsley said softly, while Allonza just nodded, holding her doll tightly. I smiled at their enthusiasm and took out a storybook from the shelf beside the bed. The book I picked up was one of their favorites, “Adventures in the Fantasy World.” I started to open the first page while looking at the children. “So, tonight’s story is about a brave prince who went to a magical world to save a kidnapped princess,” I said, trying to get their attention. “Do you want to tell it now, Mom?” Adney asked, his voice full of enthusiasm.

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

Chapter 6 I burned the letter before dawn. The flames curled around Dominic’s handwriting until every word turned to ash. I understood why he had asked me to do it. He did not want me dragged into further trouble. He did not want the children to grow up under another shadow. He did not want the village to twist his final choice into another story for people to gossip about. After Marcus and his friends died, the village changed overnight. No one came to our house demanding money anymore.

Nikolai muttered, but he was smiling. Pajamas next. Pascal’s favorite set with tiny rocket ships zooming across blue fabric. Nikolai helped pull the shirt over his head, smoothing it down when Pascal’s arms got tangled. “Story time?” Pascal asked, already climbing into bed, eyes bright despite the late hour. “Story time,” Nikolai confirmed. He pulled the covers up to Pascal’s chin, then settled on the edge of the mattress, picking up the worn picture book from the nightstand—The Knight and the Lonely Dragon.

they echoed and I walked in, shutting the door behind me. "Who's ready for a bed time story?" I said and they giggled. "Me!" "Alright, alright. Get in position," I stated. They hurriedly laid down on their beds, pulling their blankets up. I couldn't help but grin as they watched me with curious amber eyes that reminded me of Rai. "Once upon a time..." I began. Time seemed to move slowly as I engaged my baby girls with story telling. Eventually, the story came to an end and it was time for them to go to sleep.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

I wave goodnight to my her, and hand in hand, Tania and I walk home. It’s late, so we skip bath time for now and I get her right into bed. She’s practically passed out already, but her will is strong. “Can you tell me a story?” she asks sweetly. How could I possibly say no to her? “Well, once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a big castle with her mom, the queen. But she was very sad, because they lived in the castle all alone. So one day, the princess decided to leave the castle walls and find some friends.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.