Sleep Princess Novels & Stories

She looked every inch like someone who claimed to be a princess in another life but slept like a snoring truck driver. My mom had brought me fresh clothes, soft cotton pajamas with little peaches on them. I hadn’t worn anything this soft in weeks. Or maybe months. Everything before now felt like a smear of fire and blood and noise. Today, there was none of that. Today, there was peaches, pajamas, and pretty little lies we told ourselves so we could rest. I nudged Layla with my foot. "Wake up, sleeping beauty. You’re drooling." She snorted, bolting upright like she’d been slapped. "Huh? What? I wasn’t dreaming about Elias again, I swear!"

This time, the chat window was utterly silent. Vincent dialed her number. "We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..." A sterile, automated voice answered. Vincent froze. Her phone was off? An image of Sophia sleeping flashed in his mind: her curled lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, her red lips slightly parted as she snuggled deeper into his arms. A small smile touched his lips at the thought. He tapped on her profile picture—a proud, aloof Persian cat, its blue eyes looking down on the world. Just like her.

Why did watching people sleep suddenly become so much fun? From some information that Alby read, Alessia is the queen of sleep. Before this he could hardly believe that the data was true but when he saw it with his own eyes, now Alby confirmed the statement. He said, as long as it is not exposed to light and is in an open room or is in noise, during that time Alessia will feel at home and sleep like the dead. So quiet and peaceful.

They also both had small frames and their hair was similar. “Do you mean Artemis?” I asked. I figured that was who she was talking about, but I wanted to keep her talking. She didn’t respond with her voice. She did, however, nod her head vigorously. “What happened?” I gently questioned. “I was sleeping in my bed, having a good dream, then I was woken up as someone broke into my house. She kicked my door in, breaking it right off the hinges. Then she dragged me out of my bed. I didn’t know what was going on, so I kicked and screamed trying to get free. I just wasn’t strong enough. We fought for a while until I woke up on the ground here.” She stated, her cries starting to fade.

I growl. I can’t deal with it, I’m almost falling into the trap of believing those words… “You’re wrong again. I wish you could see that,” she whispers, stepping closer to me and I step back. “I’m not fucking wrong, wake up from your delusion, Princesa, because this world is a place you will never survive in with that outlook...” I turn my back on her just as she reaches for me, brushing her hand off me I clench my fist. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

I didn’t realize I was doing this now. “And rule number 5: the most important rule of all. Do not touch his bed. He’s very particular about his bed, and if you were to disobey his order, I can’t promise you’ll continue on with both of your hands.” She said. What? His bed? How am I supposed to clean his entire chambers without touching his bed? The bed is the main piece, it draws quite a lot of attention.. how could he not want it cleaned and made? I nodded my head even though the rules were quite ridiculous. A wolf Princess. Captured and made the Lycan Kings slave.. Given rules like a child. I’m not a child! And he is most certainly not my King.

Come home to me soon. I locked my phone and turned to face the wall, tears stinging my eyes. Sophie was already asleep beside me, breathing softly. I lay awake for hours, replaying every moment with Derek… the way he touched me, the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel completely owned and completely loved. The next day Saturday and it started lazily. We slept in, made pancakes, and danced around the living room in our pajamas. Around noon, Sophie suddenly got a text and grinned.

First was the matter of her sleep, she was beyond exhausted, dark circles appeared around her eyes from the lack of sleep, but she was too tired to even close her eyes, there were several times when she found herself dozing off only to feel the strange presence around her absorbing her energy, but with her body not getting the rest it needed, she found herself struggling with her powers, as if the shell that contained the energy, which was her body and mind, was weakened and therefore her core became unstable. The second matter was of her sister’s weird behavior, Sara didn’t know what exactly was wrong with Nara, but the princess was strangely clingy, insisting to follow her everywhere which

She shrugged, heading for the door to what I can only assume will be the boss of this level. “Wait, they didn’t say or do anything publicly before? Then how did they get in your bed? I’m confused.” I furrowed my brow. “I know it’s not a new thing for me.” I rolled my eyes, knowing what my wolf would say before he said it. “I’m the Incubi Princess. My papa is a feared Alpha. You do the math on why they wouldn’t make moves publicly.” She explained. “Now, let’s get out of this place and see what’s beyond the door.”

I didn’t know why, but I suddenly felt nervous and bothered. I was surprised when two girls pulled me by my arms. I was about to push them away when the girl with white hair spoke again. How could they be so touchy? Gosh! “I’m Venus, princess of Amien Kingdom, wind manipulator,” she said. We all sat down on a long, round sofa. The girl holding my left arm, with brown eyes and long, curly green hair, spoke next. “I’m Celestina, princess of Fleur Kingdom, I can manipulate nature’s power.”