Is Beauty Sleep Based On A True Story?

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

Diane Mercer has the perfect life, a loving husband, a brilliant four-year-old daughter, and a beautiful home by the lake. But perfection is a mask. Craving the passion her marriage lacks, Diane begins a dangerous affair fueled by lust and cocaine. When her two worlds violently collide one ordinary Thursday morning, the consequences are far worse than she ever imagined. What follows is a descent into psychological torment, betrayal, and supernatural horror that spans years. As guilt and paranoia consume her, Diane discovers the terrifying truth: some mistakes don’t end with death. They only begin there. Raw, relentless, and brutally intimate, Rest, Honey is a chilling exploration of desire, guilt, and the horrifying prisons we build with our own hands. A story that will haunt you long after the final page, because sometimes the worst thing you can see… is exactly who you’re becoming.

She had it all not until everything fell apart. Now, the only thing she has left... is a second chance. Aria Richmond was the girl everyone wanted to be very beautiful, rich, and admired. With her flawless looks and queen-bee status, no one dared to cross her path, she was cruel, arrogant and wicked. But when a new girl named Hope enters the scene and steals the attention of the one boy Aria secretly loves, jealousy ignites a cruel plan that spirals far beyond control. One night changes everything. A fire. A fall from grace. A face she barely recognizes. Now scarred, broken, and alone, Aria must face a world that no longer bows to her presence. But beneath the ashes of who she once was lies a girl yearning to be seen not just for her beauty, but for her heart. Beneath Her Scars is a story about pain, healing, and the power of unexpected kindness. It’s about how the ugliest moments in life can lead to the most beautiful transformations.

Loosely based on the well known fairytale, this is a re-imagination of the original Beauty and the beast; a story as old as time with an incredible twist. In the small town of Redwood- where she grew up- Arabella will find herself in more trouble than she bargained for when she ends up in the palace of the incredibly handsome, yet moody, Royce. Will Arabella find out the truth about her mysterious host or will her life end before she has a chance to escape?

I live double lives, but with one very strict rule: never get involved with the clients. By day, I plan weddings I'll never have. Every bride who calls on me gets the wedding of her dreams. And even though no man's ever wanted to end up with me, watching the joy on my brides' faces is enough. By night, I put on a mask and become the comfort I can't find anywhere else. Just an hour of quiet, honest company for strangers who've run out of people to trust. It's not romance - not even close. But I get my own kind of comfort from it too. Then three men walk into my carefully guarded life, all at once, all determined to break my one rule: one I used to hate, one I'm not allowed to see, and one who's already trouble next door. I have a very terrible feeling I only need to be afraid of one of them - the Stranger in My Bed.

"Hey, lady, did you climb into our car to seduce my dad? Because if you want to, I can help you." The night the Whitfields humiliate her for the last time, Eleanor flees into the wrong car — a black Bentley belonging to a coldly beautiful stranger and his alarmingly forward six-year-old. She means to apologize and disappear. The little boy has other plans. He has decided she's going to be his new mother, and he is not a child who takes no for an answer. His father is a different problem. Sebastian Lockwood looks at her like he's seen a ghost, like he knows her and Eleanor can't shake the feeling she's met him somewhere a lifetime ago. She tells herself it's nothing. A wrong car. A strange night. A boy with a wild imagination. But Sebastian buried the only woman he ever loved six years ago. And he's starting to think they put the wrong name on the grave.