Prince From Sleeping Beauty Novels & Stories

The morning light filtered through the small window, casting a soft glow across the room. I was still asleep, unaware that dawn had broken, when a sudden splash of cold water jolted me awake. I gasped, clutching the blanket to cover my bare body. Standing before me was the Prince, his expression stern. "What are you still doing on the bed? Don't you know your duty?" he demanded. Shivering, I replied, "I can't go out like this without clothes."

Tristan managed it eventually, and it turned out the visual in front of him just as good as the feeling. Janes hair was still sleep tousled, the flush crawling till her neck. She looked thoroughly mortified, and that's just from a bit of kissing. It's a hard sight to look away from. The only reason he’s able to do that was they had to get naked. “Get your clothes off,” The Prince rumbled. His voice came out deeper than he's ever heard it, and he didn’t miss the way Janes tongue swept across her bottom lip, the way her throat worked as she swallowed.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

When it opens, the world shifts into lights and music. I tighten my grip and link my arm through his as we enter the welcome wedding party. He looks breathtaking in his navy suit—his hair was pushed to the side, and his jawline was sharp enough to kill someone. My prince charming, and I’m… his temporary Cinderella. Our worlds should never touch. Yet here I am, craving a place in his. Reality hits like a tidal wave. It crashes, cruel and loud. I have no fairy godmother. Only myself to get me through this.

My heart pounds like it’s trying to break free. Then- A hand brushes my cheek. Warm. Real. A thumb catches a tear before it falls. I suck in a breath, heart slamming against my ribs. “Keith?” I whisper. He’s there. He has to be. Relief floods me so hard it almost hurts. He finally came back. He didn’t leave me here. I reach for him- I wake up gasping. Sheets twist around my legs, soft and expensive, nothing like cardboard. My skin is slick with sweat, my chest heaving. The air smells clean - cedar and soap- wrong in the worst way.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

I was inches from my father’s unconscious form, and had my eyes locked on him. “You will stop Faerie, or I will kill you myself.” The Prince spat, and for the second time since I met him, I giggled. The Princes eyes widened as I leaned into him, and pressed my lips firmly to his. He didn’t return the kiss, but did not push me away as my lips molded into his. He stiffened as I nipped his bottom lip, catching him by surprise, and earning a soft moan for my troubles. My plan coming together.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Chapter Three Inez My hands roamed over the sheets before my eyes were fully opened. Coarse. Manly scent. And so definitely not my bed. I jerked up, my eyes scanning around the large bedroom before thoughts of the previous night crashed in. Business party. Got heartbroken. Slept with a stranger. Stranger…