#bedtimestories

The Sandman, holding a star in one hand and a sack in the other, journeys through the night sky, gathering the stars one by one. After polishing each of them, he will return them to their places, so they may shine more brightly for the people below...

The Prince and the Cursed ForestIn a kingdom bathed in eternal sunlight, Prince Valen hears the whisper of an ancient legend: a beautiful princess trapped as a stone statue, guarded by the fearsome dragon Kryx in the heart of a cursed forest. Armed with nothing but his sword and an unshakeable belief in love he has never known, Valen ventures into the twisted woods.What begins as a daring rescue becomes something far greater. Facing the dragon not with blind fury but with compassion, Valen lowers his blade and in that single act of mercy, breaks a curse that binds them all. The forest blooms. The dragon becomes a friend. And Prince Valen and Princess Dianka begin a reign of peace, wisdom, and renewal.But peace is never the end of the story.As years pass, the forest begins to remember… and then to imagine. Old wounds stir not as danger, but as possibility. New paths appear. A shimmering doorway opens to countless versions of what could have been and what might still be. Together, the prince, the princess, and the dragon must face their greatest challenge yet: a living story that refuses to stay written.Will they cling to the tale they know, or step forward into a future where even the forest itself is still becoming?A timeless fairy tale of courage, redemption, and the quiet power of choosing understanding over fear—The Prince and the Cursed Forest reminds us that no darkness is eternal, no monster beyond reach, and no ending is ever truly final.

Wandering Relics – Chapter 2: The House with the Green Wall and the Window that Lets in the Sea Breeze | Audiobook

"For the first time in my life, I stepped into a real house – one that breathed, that held memories, that bore the scratches of years on its walls."

A quiet orphanage in the northern countryside. Eighteen years of waiting for a miracle that never came. And then, the last bus brought a young person to the city by the bay – Mina drömmars stad, the City of Dreams.

Chapter 2 opens the first door of comfort: the small house with the moss‑green wall, Mrs. Ann – the woman with auburn hair and kind eyes behind round spectacles. From the hallway drifts an old waltz; from the kitchen, the scent of toasted bread and barley porridge.

This is not a story of grand wonders. It is about a white bed, a window that lets in the sea wind, and a heart that is finally allowed to lie down without fear of being turned away.

"You have a very particular kind of silence. Not silence born of fear – but silence born of having watched long enough to know when to speak."

Listen. Feel that rare peace. And begin the journey of someone who, though empty‑handed, still dares to dream of a place to belong.

🎧 Press play. Let the city speak.

“You gonna fuck me or what?”

“Shhh. Patience.” Namjoon kisses his cheek. “Always so mouthy.”

“It's ‘cause I want you to- ah- stop dilly dallying.”

Yoongi squirms where he’s pinned under the younger, huffing in frustration.

“Wanna take my time, babe.” He laughs softly at Yoongi’s responding glare.

“You know you love it when we have slow and passionate sex-”

“You make me sound so vanilla.”

“Well we’re definitely not, and you know it.” Namjoon boops him on the nose.

Yoongi flushes as he remembers the time Namjoon had tied him up and done things to him that would make anyone blush.

Multiple times, actually.

He fights off the remaining blush in his face, instead choosing to lean up and bite his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Ow! What the fuck, hyung?” He yelps, rubbing the sore spot which now has teeth marks in it.

“Told you I wanted you to hurry up.”

Namjoon snuffles into his neck, peppering a few kisses there, licking hot at his neck, making Yoongi arch.

“Take your pants off already,” Yoongi bites out.

“So needy,” Namjoon purrs.

And oh.

That certainly sparks a wave of heat low in his belly.

“God you’re so hot,” Yoongi groans, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Namjoon hums into the kiss. Its messy, wet open mouthed kisses, drool stretching between them when they pull back.

Namjoon pulled back, sitting up to pull his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his black briefs.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Yoongi says, licking his lips.

Yoongi’s hands land on Namjoon’s hips, his thumbs digging into the side of his hip bone.

He kisses at a sunkissed thigh, nipping softly at the skin there.

“Shit- Yoongi-” he groans.

“Nobody believes a liar, even when he tells the truth.” — The Boy Who Cried Wolf, from Santa’s Fables

📖 This timeless fable comes alive in Santa’s Fables, a magical collection of classic Aesop & Panchatantra stories for children.

🎅✨ Perfect for parents, teachers, and children 📚 Teach truth, trust, and character — one bedtime story at a time.