Kiss Sleeping Beauty Novels & Stories

The bastard cries in agony when he falls on his knees and I place my boot on his leg and press, hearing his bones break and screams of agony. I can hear the sleeping beauty shifting on the bed and when I look at her, she is mumbling something in her sleep. She is completely out of it. I can see her top pulled up, exposing her breasts and something in me shifts and a blinding rage takes over again as I grab the guy’s hair and slam his face against the wall. “The Reaper says hi,” I whisper in his ear. The sleeping beauty is not wearing the same clothes as before. She is wearing something clean and I am grateful for that. I walk to the girl and fix her clothes before grabbing her in my arms and

I was glad then that his brows merely twitched slightly, and continued sleeping. Right then, Dicken was Sleeping Beauty, while I was the prince riding on a white horse who would wake him up with a kiss. Genderswap notwithstanding, I was distinctly aware that a kiss wasn’t what I wanted—in fact, my body was restless and hot while my mouth felt parched. Though I had merely kissed him just once, it felt as if I had eaten a habanero, and my whole body turned scorched. I leaned forward and lay my head on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat surprised me—his heart rate was so rapid that it felt as if he was caught in a scary dream.

I opened my eyes in the morning and seen my cute princess sleeping on me last night also I tortured her she is also getting addicted to my torture iam also enjoying these sweet moments with her iam caressing her soft hair and kissing her soft lips she is sleeping peacefully why you choosen a person like me princess but if it weren't you who will dare to choose a beast like me if you didn't come to my life what I might become for now you changed me completely you became light to my darkened life have I told you yet how much you mean to me have I told you yet about all the happiness you bring have I told you yet that you mean the world to me just in case if I haven't I want you to know that yo

She is wearing a white nightgown that gives her an otherworldly vibe. A man in black is looking at the sleeping beauty and cannot resist touching her. He has seen this scene for so long, but he is not yet used to it. He wants her so badly. "You will be mine soon, my dearest." The man in black said it in a soft voice. His movement was soundless when he approached the little sleeping beauty. He touched her silky hair and started to play with it. When he was about to touch the lips of his sleeping beauty, he heard a person’s footsteps approaching this room. He jumped through the window before the footsteps reached the room.

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!"

he whispered as I felt utterly exhausted, struggling to catch my breath. I leaned against him again, and he took my hand, licking each finger and savoring every corner. "Do you want a taste?" he asked, and I swallowed hard. "Hahaha, you're so beautiful," he said, kissing me. We shared a kiss and my essence, its sweet and bitter taste, but the sweetness prevailed because of his lips. "Good night, Katelyn," he whispered after that kiss, and he kissed me in the eyes once more. I felt my body falling and growing heavier, and the next thing I knew, I was peacefully asleep in my room.

so just let me explore you I'll sing for you Just before you sleep But in this case love Your beauty sings to me...

Grace POV “I finally found you, Sleeping Beauty,” he whispers against my ear. His breath caressing my skin and I could feel every hair on my body rising at the feeling. Oh, God. Why are you doing this to me? “Sleeping Beauty?” I ask and he nods, smiling. It’s not the first time he has called me that, and I know he is using it as an endearing term, but I really don’t agree with it. Sleeping Beauty is one of the films I can never watch. The fact she would only wake up with the prince kissing her always made me think it was wrong. True love’s kiss should’ve been from her parents, not from a guy.

I was too drowsy and tired even now. “Hey Sleeping Beauty,” Kyler softly said before chuckling. “Do you need me to wake you with a kiss ?” he teased. "Yeah,” I breathed out without opening my eyes. So he did. He leaned down until his face hovered over mine and brushed his mouth over my eager lips. Once. Twice. Thrice. I kissed him back, lips soft and inviting. Our breaths puffing and mingling with each other’s, lighted tiny sparks in our bodies. When he pulled back, my eyes opened and I got lost in those deep green orbs before a silvery spark blinded us and we both chimed together, "MATE !"

Matt explained. “Since when?” Clark asked seriously. “Sleeping Beauty was a story about a princess who was cursed and forced to sleep for a long period. And her name wasn’t Belle; it was Princess Aurora, and Maleficent cursed her,” Riki explained. “Is that the story?” Clark. “No one informs me.” “Jeez, Clark, are you serious?” Dylan asked. “Wow, Riki, you know the tale. Is it one of your favorite bedtime stories? “ Matt chuckled.