Novel & Cerita Prince From Sleeping Beauty

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

His hysterical mother hugged me the moment I opened the door. This was the silly Prince's mistake! If he didn't joke about the ridiculous fairytale trope, something would not unsettle my brain like this. She led me to the Duke's room. There, his bed nailed him for almost a week. He was the male version of Sleeping Beauty. The Duchess told me to sit while they prepare refreshments. I sat on the wooden ladder-back chair on the right side of his bed. I listened to his breathing. There was no unusual about it. I also borrowed one of his hands. Looking at how our hands overlapped, it was bigger than mine.

Light poured out the curtains, and the bed looked like a double king sized one with drapes all around it. "It's beautiful," Nine breathed out as she looked around. Yet, the voice that spoke wasn't the soft one or the maid that had brought her there. "It is, isn't it?" She turned swiftly to the door now. At it's hinges, stood the Crown Prince with a kind smile on his face. "I called your name for a few seconds to announce your presence but you didn't reply. Sorry if I startled you," Nine stared for a whole minute before quickly bowing. "Your Highness,"

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of his cologne, finding comfort with him being so close to me. Fingers running through my hair draw me awake, and I groan, feeling slightly disoriented. I open my eyes and am greeted by a fire roaring in a large stone fireplace, keeping the room warm. Strong arms wrap around me, and for a moment, I panic, until the familiar Dior cologne fills my nose. “Uncle Hunter?” I ask, my voice full of sleep. “Here, Princess.” He replies from under me, and I blush, noticing the broad shoulders my head rests on and the muscles under my fingertips barely concealed by the cotton shirt.

"I didn't realize how fast you've grown. You've become exactly the person I hoped you'd be—independent, intelligent, goal-oriented, sophisticated, and of course, a beautiful young lady." I couldn't help smiling. "I couldn't ask for anything more." "Thank you, Dad." I squeezed his hand. "You know, there's something I've always wanted to tell you." "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I smiled. "I may find my prince someday, but you'll always be my king." Dad's eyes immediately turned glassy. "So dramatic," he muttered, though he was smiling. "I love you so much, Dad." He pulled me into a hug.

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

It was taking so long and her neck was hurting so much, "Oh hail the magnificent and pristine Prince Caspian and his maiden guest Princess Nadia from Gloucester." Aurora felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold ice bucket of water on her, Caspian the Caspian she served as the prince. How had she not known this? Why had Madam Beatrice not told her? This was not known knowledge as to whom the Prince was and it was only a few who knew. It was all her fault for not doing research as to whom he was, Aurora had of course known that he held an important position but not that high.

Who knew the kind of tale Prince Ron would spin this time? “Listen well everyone.” Prince Ron grinned excitedly then began, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief. “Once upon a time, in a kingdom about two weeks’ journey from here, there lived a dashing, courageous Prince. He was handsome and tall, a legend—feared by his enemies and adored by his people. This brave Prince had faced dragons, stared down storms, and even punched a bear square in the jaw. I’m telling you, this Prince was fearless! One time, he rescued a princess from a ferocious tiger. Another time, he wrestled a giant python and won. Everyone sang songs about him—epic ballads that echoed across mountains and seas. Royals eve

His untamed hair was cut to shoulder length and his mouth was cleaned with a brush and mint paste. After his second bath, they gave him towels to wipe himself off with and gave him regular clothes to wear. Shawn sat on the bed dressing as he wondered what this was all about? Especially since all of this happened right after he was visited by that young man with the sapphire eyes who the magistrate referred to as the prince. The prince of what? This kingdom? He did say something about his majesty, what was it again? Dinner was prepared and he was given the best to eat. Things he had never eaten or seen before was on his plate and for some reason, he was not sure if he should eat it but he did

Bella POV I finished my homework after a hour or so, and thought of taking a hike. We have like a forest at the back of our mansion and out there I have the perfect spot to swim. And because I'm always super lazy, I only took a towel with me, and didn't even bother to dress into a bikini. And if I plan to stay longer there than necessity I pack in some food. I grabbed my K-way camper backpack and towel and went to the kitchen. As usual the chef was standing there, cooking, and as I entered the kitchen a knowing smile spread over his face as he looked at me. "So going on another of your trips, master?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and said, "Louis, you should stop calling me Master, it's Bella.