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sleep came and took over. ********* The next day broke up crisp and clear. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. Lexa was sleeping softly like a cute little baby, having a sweet dream, until her sleep was interrupted again. *Knock*!!! Belle knocked hardly on the door, the knock resounded through the whole room, which woke up the sleeping beauty. Lexa blushed with fury as her sleep was disturbed again, and she cursed while hissing, " Shit!"

I ask Crimson. "Of course, Kitten." she smiles sweetly. "Will you stay, Beau?" I ask, turning towards him. "Of course, princess." he replies softly. Turning off the light for us, he climbs into the bed and spoons me from behind as I spoon Crimson. "Good night." I tell them softly, as my eyes flutter shut. "Good night, Kitten." Crimson replies sleepily. "Sweet dreams, Princess." Beau murmurs, placing a kiss to the top of my head before I let myself fall into a deep slumber.

She leans over, kisses me on the top of my head, and leaves for work. When the door shuts and I hear the lock, I avert my gaze back to the screen and it is perfect timing. My favorite scene is just about to start where the beast gets killed and turns back into Prince Adam. I figure once this movie is over, I would just put on Star Wars and fall asleep to that. I have seen it over a dozen times, so it wasn't like I would miss anything and need to sleep. Then again, I also thought that before putting on Beauty and The Beast.

Promise. Suzie pitched forward, aware of the pain in her bare knees as they hit the ground. Her vision was blurring even more, the meadow in front of her becoming like a magic carpet ride she would take to dreamland—except she was already there, wasn’t she? Oh, this was so confusing, and she didn’t have the energy to try and work it out. Suzie yawned. The longest, loudest yawn she’d ever done.

' Xau saw his sister, halt near their parent's room, and it gave him an unpleasant feeling, so he came to just check on her, and had nothing to say. The night for ZouMi was the same, a little sleep along with those dream haunting her. In no less than three hours, ZouMi woke in a pool of her own sweat. ZouMi got up washed her face and look at the sky, all alone with no clouds just a big round moon reflecting its light. All alone just sitting still and shining high above the ground. CRACK!

I tell her but she simply shrugged and continued her business. "Your room is the biggest and besides you know how terrified I am to sleep all by myself without my teddy bears," she pouted and I rolled my eyes at her. It still baffled me how a twenty seven year old slept with four huge teddy bears and thirty smaller ones. According to what she told me, teddy bears were her best friends growing up and she doesn't sleep without one except when she has company. To her sleeping alone is terrifying and although she never really talked about the real reason, I knew there was more behind the story than she told me.

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

I repeated and he affirmed with a cute nod. Darn it. God heavens. Stop thinking of him in a cute way. He's ugly…no, he's not. The bedroom door opened with a squeaking sound. Beauty came out of her room with her teddy bear in one hand and her eyes rubbing with the other. Her messy hair was sticking up in all directions, her pajamas dragging on the floor. "Did you sleep well, cupcakes?" Adam asked, looking back at her from where he was standing. Beauty nodded slowly, not fully awake yet. "Yeah, uncle."

He looked around, there was no one there except him inside a small shabby shed made from sticks and planks tied together poorly. He washed his palms over his face. The nightmares never end. It feels like someone is always after him whenever he sleeps. He can never let his guard down and –and He paused when he felt something breathing beside him. When he looked down, a girl was snoring softly with saliva trickling down the side of her lips. His brows immediately furrowed and a sweet smell lingered in his nose. His red eyes reverted back into their original golden color and his canine-like fangs regressed back into human teeth. His body tensed, and his breathing grew heavy. The scent of the gi

As she drifted off, she felt a strange sense of comfort, as if the storm inside her had finally quieted. But in the depths of her mind, something stirred—a vision of a moonlit forest, of eyes glowing in the dark, of a bond that stretched across centuries. She jerked awake, her heart racing, but Damien’s steady breathing beside her calmed her. What was that? she thought, her mind racing. But before she could make sense of it, she felt the pull of sleep again, her body sinking into the mattress as Damien’s warmth enveloped her. In the quiet of the night, as Sofia lay in Damien’s arms, she couldn’t ignore the feeling that something ancient was awakening within her. And as she drifted off once m