How Did Sleeping Beauty Wake Up In The Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Find me. Don’t leave me here.” The silence stretched on, unbroken by even the faintest sound. For a long time, I lay there, eyes closing against the suffocating darkness, waiting… hoping… Until, at last, sleep claimed me. --- A harsh voice jolted me awake, dragging me from the depths of a restless slumber. “Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” Marcus drawled, standing over me with a smirk. I blinked, squinting as thin rays of sunlight seeped through a window high above, illuminating his face in sharp relief. Fear shot through me as he reached for my wrists, unlocking the cuffs that had held me in place.

I smiled, and she mimicked the action before bringing her eyelids to a close. I stood still and watched until her breath became stable, showing that she was asleep. Throwing one last look at the sleeping beauty before me, I stepped out of the room and closed the door lightly. I headed to the kitchen and fixed myself something to eat before taking out a recipe book and searching for a way to make porridge. Just in case she woke up hungry in the middle of the night, I could just heat it up for her. And I was right. She did wake up some times after midnight. But the reason wasn't because of hunger.

Elizabeth who has been hiding all day decided to come out and entered the throne room, dramatically, throwing Douglass into a world of confusion. "Ah! And the sleeping beauty decided to wake up! How fabulous!" Mauve burst into soft giggles as soon as her eyes saw Elizabeth shuffle inside the throne room. Kieran, who was equally perplexed and terrorised, turned his wet features in Elizabeth's direction and frowned upon seeing her in one shape. "She…she is the girl who…!" Speaking quietly to himself, Kieran turned his eyes to Douglass who was trying to understand how Elizabeth was able to wake up within a day. His heart suddenly throbbed in the centre of his throat, wanting to escape from its

I'm so hungry that I could eat two horses. I sat on the bed, yawning loudly. As I turned, I saw the mysterious man from that night, staring at me. My heart began beating faster as his gaze was intense. “Sleeping Beauty just woke up.” He said with a smile on his lips, as he stood up and headed toward the bed where I lay. I gripped the blankets in fear, pulling it up to my chin.

However, when he let go of her mouth, his face stayed there. His eyes reflected her misty eyes. He wanted to laugh, but more than that, he wanted to cry... However, men did not shed tears easily. In the end, Zachary failed to cry bravely. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. He cherished her as he asked, "Are you finally awake?" "Mm..." "You had a nightmare just now. No matter how I called you, you wouldn't wake up, so I... I thought of the story of Sleeping Beauty. Only a prince's kiss can wake up the princess, right?"

Oliver, with that gentle and affectionate look in his eyes and his smile that could light up a room. Day in, day out, he used this one-of-a-kind, love-soaked forehead kiss to wake me up. Our daughter's watching us, eyes wide. We then laughed happily and took that picture. The warm memory made my daughter's eyes light up: Was this how Dad used to wake up sleepy Mom? She put down the phone and ran to the bed. "Mom, I know how to wake you up now! I will go find Dad. He will kiss you and wake you up like a prince wakes his sleeping beauty."

He was their Alpha and they were able to feel his emotions, sometimes and if he allowed them but even if he didn't want to allow them now, they could feel his overflowing happiness. " River, no, no....you can't...you...you shouldn't have done this." She sobbed, crying uncontrollably. She suddenly stopped crying and gritted. " That–" anger couldn't let her release the rest of her words as she suddenly stood up and rushed off like she could change what had happened. HERVES PALACE. The brighter sunlight hit the sleeping beauty on the bed again to remind her that she needed to wake up and that it was past morning when it's rays were still hitting her gently and thankfully, the sleeping beauty ro

Celeste’s POV I woke to the scent of garlic rice and something warm and savory in the air. For a moment, I forgot where I was—forgot everything, really. The soft weight of the blanket over me, the filtered morning light pushing through the curtains, the distant clatter of pans—none of it matched the storm I’d just walked through. But then I sat up, and my shoulder ached. A reminder of what had really taken place. “Finally,” Harper’s voice floated in from the doorway, light and teasing. “Sleeping Beauty awakens.”

I turned off the lantern and turned my back immediately heading to my room. “Albert” I heard my name, which was barely above a whisper. I went back to her only for her to fall back to sleep. I switched the lantern on and studied her beauty keenly with so much interest. She looked beautiful even while asleep. How can one be more beautiful? I watched the sleeping beauty until I started to fall asleep myself, I rose and retired to my room. ****************

A few days later, Diana woke up to find herself in a spacious bedroom. This looked nothing like her room. "Where I'm I?" She muttered inwardly. She tried to recall what happened the last few days, the more she tried to remember the more her head ache. The only thing she could recall was Charles visiting her, the rest events were stories. She heard the creaking noise from the door and saw the crown prince coming in with a smile on his face. "Good morning sleeping beauty!" He greeted with a grin on his face.