Sleep Princess Novels & Stories

Offended. “No,” Issa said. “Not yet,” Max said. I closed my eyes. “You’ve had your baths. You’ve eaten. You’ve wrestled like kids raised by a cartoon cartel. Now go to sleep.” “I’m not sleepy,” Max said. Issa stood, patted down her pajamas, then lifted her chin. “I’m not sleepy either. Princesses don’t sleep when their hair still has thoughts.” I stared at her. Bianna stared at her.

The latter unwillingly nodded and snapped her finger. The girl lying over the king-sized bed in WEREALM shook a little in her sleep, and her brain drifted Into the memories of past lives.

I'm so focused on my daydreams that I don't even notice when my princess appears in the room, she's wearing short panda pajamas, with owl slippers on her feet. Beautiful as always, even with sleepy little eyes. Strange that she's awake because it's still early, it's not even 8:00 am yet. She comes on top of me and lays down on top of my body, I wrap my arms around her body and give her a lingering kiss on her forehead. --- What are you doing awake at this time, my princess?-- I ask, caressing her hair while she lifts her head to look me in the eyes. --- I missed your body in bed-- he says snuggling closer to me.

She mumbles, her eyes opening just a crack. “Get some sleep, Princess. I am just finishing up some work.” I answer softly, running my fingers through her hair. She hums, her eyes closing again, and in seconds she is fast asleep once more. I want to curl up on that couch with her and hold her tight, but I put off work last night to help her and if I want to spend more time with my Princess later, I will need to get it done tonight before we head home.

The others followed, still cautious—aware that there were dozens of Sleepers on this floor alone—but wanting to see what had brought him here. Timms’ eyebrows had shot up when he looked inside. There, on the bed, hooked up to drips and monitors, was a girl... a woman. She was asleep, just like the other people they’d come across, but there was something different about her. She didn’t have that shite oozing from her body for one thing, there wasn’t a wispy cotton-wool mask over her face. It was exposed to the air, and very pretty—if a little thin—her long, golden locks splayed over the pillow like a fan. One monitor showed her heartbeat was steady, but slow. She was in a coma too, but someho

“I think it’s admirable. The other Princesses of the other kingdoms are very compliant. They do as they’re told without question. Arsenal isn’t known for it’s compliancy, as you know. I don’t find that kind of thing attractive.” My heart skipped a beat. “The other Royals know their place. I’m defiant.” “You’re not defiant, you’re human. You have thoughts and emotions. The difference between you and the other Royals is you actually express them. I don’t want to be with someone who submits to me because it’s their duty.” I smiled, for the first time realizing Sadeon hadn’t changed that much since we were kids. “I remember you saying something like that when we were young.”

“Go to sleep, princess.” Her body listened to his command and before she knew it, her tiredness was taking over her worries and she was falling asleep with the sounds of the night her lullaby.

SERAPHINA’S POV "Wake up, princess," a high-pitched feminine voice cuts into my comfortable sleep, tugging me back and forth. Yet, I don't remember falling asleep, and the realization has me waking up with a start, sitting up abruptly and breathing hard. "Good morning, princess. Rise and shine..." greets a woman with the same voice, her short silver hair and green eyes complemented by a wide smile as she moves towards the window. She pulls the curtain open, casting the sun's vibrant light into the entire room—a large, vast space I don't recall entering, furnished with a wonderfully soft bed. My clothes have been replaced with garments of the softest, richest silk.

Lord, When is this chubby bear going to stop snorting' I hissed in hatred and can't stop rolling, changing my lying position to avoid the frustrating sounds, with my pillow covering my ears. In no time, after some moment of calmness, with my mind finding something else to bothered it, it flashed all of a sudden to mom voice echoed in my head. 'ℐ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 ℰ𝓁𝓁𝒶'. She had visited lately without dad, I miss them a lot as well. I can't set the fire of hatred in my heart for them any way, it isn't their fault. Gosh!, I think I am going to experience a sleepless night, I have to take a walk'. I stood up and find myself sneaking out of those tired asshole to the door. Fuck!, I go

Calvin had long been my go-to alias for situations where I felt that it would behoove me to keep my identity to myself. "Well, Mr. Spencer, as I am sure that you are aware that this is a dream sync house. We specialize in extended periods of dream syncs that can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months." He turned his back and began to walk into the large chamber of resting bodies. "A couple of months?" I asked. "How is that possible?" He didn't turn back to face me when he answered, instead just held his hand out to show me the sleeping people.