Very Short Bedtime Stories Novels & Stories

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"

I whispered with a loving smile, "which story would you like tonight?" Mathew'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 grand adventure. Mathew 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.

Diane was still out of the room and I wasn’t sure when she would be back. Once Enid was back in bed, I settled on a small stool by her side. I told her a bedtime story – a simple fairy tale about a brave wolf pup who found courage even when in trouble. My voice was barely a whisper, cracked at times, but each word seemed to soothe her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and after a few minutes, she was curled under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and stroked her hair. “Sleep well, baby. Mama loves you so much,” I whispered, turning off the light. The small room was plunged into darkness except for the pale slivers of moonlight drifting through the light curta

After tucking her in and covering her with the comforter, Iliana spoke. "I want a bed-time story mother." "Your father will read one to you. Adam, please read our little dart a bed-time story." Brenda said as both Iliana and Brenda made puppy faces at Adam. "You know I can't refuse you both when you make such faces." Adam said as Brenda and Iliana started laughing. "Okay, okay, be quiet and let this father tell you both an amazing bed time story." "Yes father." "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess."

“And I missed your mommy. So much that I had to come and see you all.” My youngest two squealed in delight again. Maybe I let them watch too many fairy tales. “Ok, girls.” I clapped my hands, ushering them. “Go back and play please. Bedtime in an hour.” It was that easy to dismiss my girls. Just the mention of bedtime and they disappear faster than the hummingbirds. Or the roadrunner in those old cartoons with Wile E. Coyote. Turning my attention to his companion, I extended my hand out to hers to shake it.

It was eight in the evening when Ashley decides to put Kayden to sleep but the little boy was in no way sleeping anytime soon. "Tell me bedtime stories, mama" Kayden demands, pulling Ashley to sit by the sight. Willingly, Ashley tugs him under the covers leaving his hands outside. "What type of story do you wish for mama to tell you?" Asked Ashley. Kayden puts on a thinking face. " king Midas and his golden touch" he said excitedly. Ashley smiles, seeing his happy face. "King Midas it is," She said and begin the story. "Once upon a time in ancient Greece, there lived a King named Midas. He had a lovely daughter whom he lovingly named Marigold."

“Mommy.” I looked at him instantly. “Yes baby?” “Can you read me a bedtime story please?” he asked sleepily. “Sure baby,” I quickly sat by him. “I’ll read it offhand. Is that okay?” He nodded. I went on to tell him a few stories I could remember from my childhood and by the time I was done, he was already fast asleep. I leapt to my feet and snuck out of the room. When I got to Malcolm and my room, he was not there.

” Blake smiled at Jayce, whose eyes were still wide open and said, “that is the end of the first story. Do you want me to continue?” “Yes dad,” the little boy smiled back. “Please continue.” “Okay,” Blake flipped the page. “Story two is ‘Little Ted and His Mother.’ “Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Ted. He had big brown eyes and a cute little nose. Ted loved to play and have fun, but most of all, he loved his mother. One evening, as the sun began to set, Ted's mother called him to bed. "It's time to sleep, my little one," she said. "You've had a long day of playing."

Uneducated he is, they all are] Auther has finally arrived his hands red as if he fell off a cliff but it's dark out probably 9 o'clock James won't see a difference. Those snores from the other rooms tend to lessen, oh good kids, sleep is medicine for the mind is an adventurous place, you all can be Cinderella's for all we know, if only they knew who Cinderella was. No television here just grandma's storytelling during those campfire nights. Stories that would always start with "once upon a time there was a rabbit". But she sure got their smiles on. ^Auther is that you?^🍃

"What killed you, foolish boy? what can you be talking about? But I'll half-kill you if you don't hurry out of this and come to your supper. I really believe you are getting too lazy to eat. The idea of sleeping the whole afternoon under that turtle's belly!" bamboo, not yet fully awake, stumbled out of the tablet room, and his father locked the iron doors. "So, that's the end of the story. You listened carefully, didn't you?" He asked the children. It's still early in the morning for these stories, my god it's so sleepy. "Sister Vee, it's your turn to tell the story!" They said. "H-Ha? What oum, Kuya James first oh, he has a lot of stories with you today." I said.