Prince From Sleeping Beauty Novels & Stories

I gave him a smile to let him know that I remembered before I faced my new partner. Well suppose to be a partner. It was Nate, but apparently he was having a conservation with another girl. And he didn't seem happy. It was a girl with long purple hair that shone in the light. I remember from my lesson with Ace that she's Princess Camille. Her silver dress sparkling with different colors as if it were alive. Expensive non-metallic jewelry decorated her from top to toe. I'll say, she's beautiful. Camille, the princess of the Kingdom of Frae. The fairies.

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Alexa didn't want to wear this but she had no option as it was the queen that had instructed her to put it on. Alexa had entered the room and there was the prince looking at her like a lion wanting to devour it's prey. he seemed to be marvel at her beauty, her shape,everything. The Prince had asked her to join him on the bed, and she complied biting her lower lips. He then placed his hand gently on her thighs and other gently caressed her hair. "Alexa, you are beautiful" "Th....an..ks.... Your majesty" she said as she tremble in fear and her eyes darted the floor out of shyness still biting her lower lips.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

I let my eyes close in hopes he will be there when I come back to this dreamworld. “I need a solution.” I say as I slide back into my laboratory dream. “You’ll find one, Pocket. If anyone can, it’s you.” Prince Charming gives me a soft kiss on my forehead as sleep pulls me back into its depths. Isn’t a kiss from a prince supposed to wake you up? Maybe he isn’t my prince or is that only for princesses? I’m just a sigma. I probably don’t have a prince.

Peeking from his curtains, the Prince noticed an ominous light glowing behind the dense clouds, hitting the floor of his room. A sigh escaped from his lips. It was five in the morning. He felt tired and slightly drunk because of all the bourbon, reclining in a soft armchair with his feet folded beneath him. The Prince managed to take necessary steps towards the bed before face-planting on the thick mattress. Seconds later, he was out, slipping into a deep slumber. His lids fluttered underneath his closed eyes, taking him to dreamland. *** Javier clung to Celina, unwilling to let her go, apparently feeling the need for them to touch in as many places as possible. He curled himself around her

The Enchanted Melody of Love Once upon a time, in the majestic kingdom of Eldoria, there lived a kind and gentle prince named Alexander. With eyes as deep as the ocean and hair as dark as midnight, he was loved by his subjects for his compassion and wisdom. He spent his days roaming the lush gardens of the royal palace, tending to the colorful blooms and playing melodies on his enchanting flute. His music carried through the air like a soft whisper, calming the hearts of all who heard it.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

“If memory and my hearing serves, the prince knew at least the first part of it as a nursery rhyme – I’m fairly certain I heard him singing it to Abigail a few times while we were all falling asleep. Though I don’t think he remembered it correctly.” I looked at Abby, but she just sat there, eyes dry. Rose, however, looked as though she was about to burst into tears. I put my arm around and pulled her to me, kissing the top of her head. Thomas took a deep breath and began. “The king on the sea was stung by the bee. He stole her sunlight and honey. She took back her prize, and returned to her hive, as the magic man sang while the king takes a dive.” “That’s the part the prince knew, though not

He asked as if he had been listening to our whole conversation. "We're playing sleeping beauty. I'm Maleficent. Jay, you can be Princess Aurora. And Ty-bear, you can be Prince Phillip." 30 minutes later I laid in the middle of the living room with my eyes closed and my long hair spread out as I heard Tyber- I mean Prince Phillip approach me. He knelt down besides me and I held my breath knowing what was going to happen next. This would be the first time we would be kissing since I was kidnapped and I've missed it so much