Cinderella Sleeping Novels & Stories

today was a fairytale. Henry walked me back to the room assigned to me, he stated, "Goodnight." as he gently planted a kiss on my forehead, he smiled and gave me a present, Henry remarks, "Open it after I leave." I nodded with my face still all red and that annoying smile in my face that I can't seem to erase, "G-goodnight..." Then he walked away as he waved goodbye, I went inside my room and after a few minutes of realisation, I shouted out of glee, jumping all over my bed with a blushing face and a smile from ear to ear.

"Nah, you're probably a virgin ain't you? I can't help it, it looks like your first sex is gonna kill you." He climbs up on the bed with the dildo, "It's time... I'm gonna use your body for my sex experiment. Don't be scared, sweetheart." He spreads her legs and grabs her pant. Sophia struggles with him, shaking her legs chaotically and unremittingly. "It's better to stay calm, Snowflakes," he chuckles. "This is going to happen one way or the other." He grabs her pant again when a knock echoes from the door forcing the imposter to stop.

Now she was on her back, her head resting flat on the pillow—giving me a clear view of her face. Soft. Gentle. Innocent-looking. But I knew the truth. Under that sweet facade was someone brave, sharp-tongued, and somehow terrifying when she wanted to be. It still amazes me how someone that tiny could make me feel intimidated. Like a mini firecracker—cute, tiny, but one spark and boom. Then her lips twitched in her sleep. Just a small movement—but enough to make my throat go dry. God knows how hard I tried not to kiss her at the wedding. Even that tiny unplanned kiss of her lips felt like someone plugged me into a power outlet. Woke up every dormant part of me.

Candles flickered in alcoves and the sounds of music filled the air. It was everything I had imagined from watching Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I had imagined that everyone would stop and stare. That the music would falter and the dancers would turn from their partners and gaze up at me. That I would see the Prince and we would make eye contact and the world would watch in a loving glow as we found one another. No one looked. Freddie wasn't even in the room. I pushed away the small hurt. He had other responsibilities.

Not the two-bedroom house that I came from, but the house that I would buy with my own money which I would have earned from being a Doctor, I was only a year away from my success, but just like how my father’s life was snatched away so was all of my dreams. “Hi,” I said to the other females, they all seemed to be getting ready for bed until they stopped and stared at the new face which entered the room which made me feel extremely awkward. “Cara, this will be your bed,” said Lily as she walked to the last bed in the servant quarters- dormitory. “You can store your belongs here” she gestured to a cupboard which was next to the bed. “Thank you,” I said with a smile. “You have 20 minutes to sho

"Lay back down, Song Bird. Take a day off tomorrow." She stood, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Mr. Hades..." she whispered, "Don't leave. Didn't you say you wanted to touch me? Touch me, Mr. Hades." He pushed her down. "Go to bed." "Mr. Hades...don't you want me...to forget my poet? You want me don't you? Not just down in The Mines either. Don't you?" He swung around. "I told you, you shine like a diamond down in The Mines. Go to sleep."

One team, one family. "She is a business major with brown hair and blue eyes, has a bird and rose tattoo on her arms, and her whole side is done up. The girl we are looking for is probably around 5'5 and is really toned. She lives on campus and has a stepbrother that goes here, but I don't know his name." Jones looked around the table as I pulled a chair up as well. "Alright, boys," he said. "The hunt for Cinderella begins!"

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.