25 Bedtime Stories For Girlfriend

A man writes heartfelt letters to his wife every day, even though she has long passed due to a terminal illness. One day, while going through her things, he finds an envelope addressed to him from her wife, It reads: 

To the love of my life,

Whatever happens, never forget this. I will always be with you. I love you.

A guy dreams the same dream everyday, seeing a girl with a beautiful smile and following her into a field of grass, but just as he reaches for her hand, he wakes up. One day, when on a trip to another city, he sees her in real life by chance and initiates conversation. As things progress, he tells her about the dream and she reveals that she has been having the same dream, reaching for his hand. They realize they’ve had an unexplainable connection all along. 

A painter loses inspiration until he sees a woman passing by and is enamored by her beauty. He goes home and makes her portrait from memory. But since he doesn’t know where she lives, he goes to the spot he first saw the woman and waits everyday, hoping to find her. After waiting for a month, the painter spots her again. He offers her the portrait along with the story behind it. They go for coffee, starting a new chapter in their lives. 

Every week, a newly wed couple writes their favorite memories on pieces of paper and stores them in a jar. On their first anniversary, they open the jar and read through them. 

We cooked pasta together for the first time, lots of singing and dancing was involved

I surprised him with breakfast in bed on his birthday, love that sleepyhead’s smile

Started my periods today. He gave me a massage and lots of chocolates

As they reminisce, they realize how many beautiful moments they’ve shared.

A woman in her 70s returns from her husband’s funeral, feeling empty and lonely. As she lays down on her bed with teary eyes, she notices a pocket watch. With a bit of experimenting, she finds that it’s a time-traveling watch that lets her visit any moment with her life. She goes back to her first meeting with her now husband, then her first kiss. Reliving all her favorite memories, at last, she visits her wedding night. Reading through her vows, she almost cries at the “till death do us part” line. The bride and groom kiss. Then, she returns, realizing that it’s time to let go.

A baker bakes sweet treats for everyone in the village but has a secret admirer who leaves notes on her doorstep every morning. The notes sometimes compliment her pastries, sometimes her beautiful smile or her rosy cheeks. Feeling curious, as well as charmed, by these notes, she decides to wake up very early to watch this admirer secretly. Turns out, it’s the cute guy that buys muffins from her every morning. 

When he comes that morning, she hides a note in the box of muffins, that reads,

“How many notes before you ask me out, handsome?”

A young man catches a firefly that seems to be enchanted. Every time he releases it, it returns to him, lighting up his path. When he finds the love of his life, that jar is the very first gift he gives her, as a symbol of their companionship. 

A girl collects a button for every new person that enters her life — a friend, a neighbor, or even someone’s pet. When she meets a guy and falls in love at first sight, She buys a really beautiful emerald-colored crystal button.  Their love story progresses and they eventually decide to get married. When the girl walks down the aisle, that emerald button, sewed in the bow of her white wedding dress, catches all the eyes.

One evening, while taking her usual walk, Amara discovered a hidden garden. The flowers were alive with colors she didn’t know existed. But what caught her attention most was the peculiar way each flower seemed to smile. One flower’s petals curled upward like lips in a gentle grin, another had a face-shaped bloom with tiny, cheerful eyes. She named them—the “Giggle Rose,” the “Cheeky Dandelion,” the “Joyful Tulip.” 

But soon, Amara noticed something strange. On days when she arrived feeling particularly sad, some flowers seemed less vibrant, their smiles fading. Determined to save the garden, she began looking for ways to cultivate happiness in her life. She rekindled her passion for painting, creating vibrant pieces inspired by the garden. She reached out to old friends, strengthening bonds she had let slip away. Slowly, her days grew brighter. When she returned to the garden, something magical happened. The flowers bloomed more vibrantly than ever, their smiles wide and joyful. The garden had transformed, just as Amara had.

Josh had been dating Clara for a couple of years and their relationship was steady and full of love. One day, noticing that Clara had been feeling down, Josh borrowed his neighbor’s playful little Labrador puppy named Max, thinking, “Who could be sad around a puppy?” The moment Clara opened the door, her face lit up like he hadn’t seen in weeks. The three of them spent the day together, walking in the park, playing fetch, and sharing ice cream (Max got his own little cup). But as the day ended and Josh returned Max, Clara’s mood shifted. She sighed, “I wish he didn’t have to leave.”

So, Josh took Clara to a local animal shelter. “I thought we could at least take a look,” he said. Clara’s eyes lit up. As they walked through the shelter, a small, scruffy mutt with big, soulful eyes stood out. He wagged his tail furiously when Clara approached, and when she knelt down, he climbed into her lap as if he had chosen her. They named the puppy Milo and brought him home that evening. They also started planning playdates with Max. 

Princess Elina, while strolling near the palace pond one evening, heard a soft voice call out, “Excuse me, Princess! Could you help me?” Surprised, she looked down to see a small, green frog sitting on a lily pad, staring up at her with wide, pleading eyes.  “I am no ordinary frog. I was once a prince, cursed by a wicked witch. Only a true act of kindness can break the spell.” She brought him back to the palace, despite the odd looks from the staff, and gave him a place to stay in the royal garden. Elina grew fond of the frog, whom she named Finn. 

He was witty, thoughtful, and often made her laugh with his clever observations about palace life. In return, she began to confide in him, feeling a connection she had never felt before.  “The witch’s spell can only be broken if a princess kisses me out of true love,” he explained one evening. she leaned down and kissed him gently on the head. A bright light surrounded Finn, and Elina had to shield her eyes. When the light faded, standing before her was a handsome young man with familiar, kind eyes. “Elina,” he whispered, “you’ve freed me.” They married and ruled the kingdom together. 

Ella’s stepsisters spent days preparing for the grand royal ball, gushing over gowns and hairstyles, while her stepmother mocked Ella’s wish to attend. On the day of the ball, Ella sat by the hearth, tears streaming down her face. Just then, a warm light filled the room, and a gentle voice said, “Dry your tears, dear one.” Standing before her was a woman cloaked in shimmering silver—her fairy godmother.

The fairy godmother waved her wand, and magic transformed the world around Ella. Her tattered dress became a stunning gown, her worn shoes turned into glass slippers, and a pumpkin from the garden became a gleaming carriage. “You shall go to the ball,” said the fairy godmother. “But remember, the spell will break at midnight.”

At the ball, the prince was captivated by her. They danced and talked for hours. But as the clock neared midnight, Ella panicked and fled the palace without explanation. In her haste, Ella left behind one of her glass slippers. The prince vowed to find the woman who fit the shoe, traveling across the kingdom. The stepsisters tried desperately to squeeze their feet into the delicate slipper but failed. Ella’s feet fit perfectly. She then revealed the matching slipper, and the steward brought her to the palace. They soon married and lived happily ever after.

Once upon a time, in a small village, lived a poor woodcutter and his two children, Hansel and Gretel. Their stepmother convinced their father to abandon Hansel and Gretel in the woods. Hansel, having overheard their stepmother’s plan, dropped small white pebbles along the path. When the moon rose, its light illuminated the trail, and the siblings found their way home. Their stepmother, furious, insisted they be taken even deeper into the woods the next day.

This time, he used breadcrumbs instead. But the birds of the forest ate the crumbs. Wandering, they stumbled upon a house made entirely of gingerbread, candy, and chocolate. A kind-looking old woman invited them inside, offering them food and a warm bed. But she was a wicked witch who lured children with her candy house to cook and eat them. She locked Hansel in a cage and forced Gretel to do chores, telling her to fatten up her brother for the feast.

Hansel outsmarted the blind witch by presenting her with a chicken bone whenever she checked if he was fat enough. “Still too thin,” she muttered, growing impatient. 

One day, the witch decided she could wait no longer. She ordered Gretel to climb into the oven to see if it was hot enough. Pretending not to understand, Gretel said, “I’m not sure how to do it. Can you show me?” The witch, annoyed, leaned into the oven to demonstrate. Seizing the moment, Gretel pushed the witch inside, slammed the door shut, and freed Hansel from the cage. 

Once upon a time, a vain prince was cursed by a sorceress to live as a beast until he could learn to love and earn love in return. In a nearby village, Belle, a kind-hearted and curious girl, loved books and longed for a life of adventure. When her father, Maurice, accidentally wandered into the Beast’s castle and was imprisoned, Belle offered herself in his place.

At first, the Beast was cold and angry, but Belle’s kindness softened him. Despite his gruff exterior, Belle began to see his gentle side—his love for books, his care for the enchanted servants, and his desire to change. Meanwhile, Belle’s suitor, Gaston, a boastful hunter, plotted to destroy the Beast, seeing him as a rival for Belle’s affection. When Gaston led an angry mob to the castle, the Beast was gravely wounded. Belle’s tearful confession of her feelings broke the curse, transforming the Beast back into a prince. The enchanted castle and its residents were restored. And the prince and Belle lived happily ever after.

Once upon a time, a couple longed for a child. When the wife craved the forbidden rapunzel plant from a witch’s garden, her husband stole it for her. Caught by the witch, he begged for mercy. She allowed him to take the plant but demanded their unborn child in return. The baby girl, Rapunzel, grew up with golden hair as long as a river and a voice as sweet as a songbird’s. The witch, fearing the world would take her, locked her in a tower with no doors, reachable only by climbing her hair.

One day, a prince heard Rapunzel singing. Enchanted, he called out, “Rapunzel, let down your hair,” mimicking the witch’s words. Rapunzel allowed him up, and they grew close, sharing stories of the outside world and dreams of freedom. When the witch discovered their meetings, she cut Rapunzel’s hair and banished her to a distant desert. The prince, blinded by the witch’s curse, wandered the land searching for her. When they reunited in the desert. Rapunzel’s tears of joy fell on the prince’s eyes, healing his blindness. They returned to the kingdom, where they found happiness together.

Jake bought a “smart fridge” that could talk. Excited, he asked it, “What’s the best way to stay healthy?”
The fridge replied, “Stop opening me so much.”
Annoyed, Jake unplugged it.
The next day, his roommate plugged it back in. The fridge powered up and said, “Nice try, Jake. You can’t silence the truth.”

Driving through the countryside, Anna and Josh got stuck behind a cow that refused to move off the road. Josh honked, waved, and even tried yelling, “Mooove!” The cow just stared, chewing calmly. Finally, Anna rolled down the window and said sweetly, “Excuse me, please?” The cow stepped aside instantly. Josh said, “Figures. You’re better with cows than me.

Emma decided to assemble a bookshelf to prove she didn’t need help. She laid out all the pieces, followed the manual, and proudly stepped back.

It was upside down.

Determined, she disassembled and reassembled it—only to find she had extra screws leftover.

Her brother walked in, glanced at the crooked shelf, and said, “What’s this?”

Emma answered, rather proudly, “Abstract art.”

Ethan wanted to impress his girlfriend and her family by flipping a pancake like a pro. He swung the pan confidently, sending the pancake soaring—straight into the ceiling.
Everyone stared as it stuck there, unmoving.
Ethan declared, “New art installation!”

Liam swore his closet was haunted because every morning, things inside would be scattered. Determined to catch the “ghost,” he set up a camera overnight. The next day, he reviewed the footage. The culprit? His cat, who had mastered opening the door and knocking everything over.

Liam laughed and started calling his mischievous pet “Casper.”

The rain poured as they stood under the small balcony awning.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he said, draping his jacket over her shoulders.

“Then warm me up,” she challenged, her eyes locking with his.

He hesitated for only a moment before pulling her closer, the rain forgotten.

Their lips met, the storm outside mirroring the spark between them. When they finally broke apart, she whispered, “Best rainstorm ever.”

They were alone in the elevator, their reflections in the mirrored walls betraying the stolen glances.

As the doors closed, she leaned back, her lips curving into a playful smile.

“Long day?” he asked, his voice low and warm.

“Just started looking up,” she teased.

The elevator stopped unexpectedly. The silence thickened.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing hers. She didn’t move away.

When the elevator finally jolted to life, neither of them noticed—they were too busy closing the distance between them.

He found her in the romance aisle, a novel in her hand and a knowing smile on her lips.

“Looking for inspiration?” he teased.

“Maybe,” she replied. “What about you? What’s your genre?”

“Whatever you’re reading,” he said, stepping closer.

She raised an eyebrow. “Bold move.”

“Life’s too short for hesitation,” he whispered, brushing his fingers against hers as he took the book from her hand.

That night, they didn’t just read romance—they lived it.

Her phone buzzed at midnight. She answered, her voice soft.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmured.

“Thinking about what?” she asked, though she already knew.

“You.”

She smiled, biting her lip. “Care to elaborate?”

“I’d rather show you,” he replied. “Look outside.”

She pulled the curtain aside to see him standing below, holding a rose and wearing that smirk she couldn’t resist.

They were alone in the kitchen, the clock striking midnight.

“Dance with me,” he said, holding out his hand.

“There’s no music,” she whispered.

“Close your eyes.”

She did, and he pulled her close, swaying to a melody only they could hear. His hand slid to the small of her back, her breath catching as he leaned in.

“Still need music?” he asked, his lips just inches from hers.

“Not anymore,” she murmured, closing the gap between them.