Sleeping Beauties Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Blake’s POV 10 minutes before Hope screams in her sleep. I look down at sleeping beauty in my arms. Her eyelids flutter and she mumbles something in her sleep. But it is no fairy tale dream she is having. Her brows furrow and I frown, resting myself on my elbow and leaning nearer to study her face. Beads of sweat have formed on her forehead and her breathing is fast starting to become laboured. I can smell her fear. She is having a nightmare.

|Later In The Evening| Sarah had no idea when she slept off but then came back alive, she sensed a hand stroking her hair. After perceiving the scent of the person, she groaned sadly and flung her eyes open, meeting with the dark eyes of her mate. She groaned again and steered tiredly on the bed not wanting to start up. "Sleeping beauty," Jake commented on her sleepy face that looked cuter with her lips pouting like any other day. She looked beautiful to him when she was asleep and he enjoyed looking at her face.

"That's true. We saved 23 kids, which equals saving about 23 families. It's a good thing, so let's not worry too much about other things." Belle let out a long exhale and nodded. They got home, and Belle fell asleep after washing up. Grayson, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. He lay on his side with his head leaning against one arm while he looked at the woman in his arms. There were too many weird things that happened that night. What was up with the painting in the tomb? What about the apparition of Belle who was wearing weird period clothing? He was also stressed out about the harrowing hallucination he'd seen after getting drugged.

he needs to grow a pair if he wants to be a big bad wolf. I can hear the sleeping beauty shifting on the bed and when I look at her, she is mumbling something in her sleep. She is completely out of it. I can see her top pulled up, exposing her breasts and something in me shifts and a blinding rage takes over again as I grab the guy’s hair and slam his face against the wall. “The Reaper says hi,” I whisper in his ear. The sleeping beauty is not wearing the same clothes as before. She is wearing something clean and I am grateful for that. I walk to the girl and fix her clothes before grabbing her in my arms and taking her away. I might be a man-whore, but I would never take advantage of a woma

A girl whose face he didn't even know. The alarm clock rang violently, jerking Jasmine out of her sleep. She had somehow slept all through the night, without a single interruption. She sat up, her eyes skimming around. Nothing was broken, and she couldn't even remember waking up due to the noise like she did every single night. She swallowed, a smile immediately taking over. At least something good had happened last night, and for that alone, she was grateful. She stood up and made her way to the shower, making sure it was working well, before she went in.

“Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.” I swallow hard. Roxy. “She grew fast, healthy and strong, but one night when she was nine months old, a coven of displaced witches from all over the territories of Vaeloria and Hexeton, broke into the Alpha and Luna’s bedroom. They weren’t old, twisted, or ugly witches. They were young, beautiful, sharp eyed, and cold. They told the Alpha he had stolen from them. That he had taken what didn’t belong to him.” “The Rapunzel flowers,” I murmur.

Author's POV' It was afternoon where the light was coming from the window and walking on her delicate skin, making it glow naturally. She had been sleeping peacefully ever since they landed on Vincent's private island. Feeling a little hot, Eva tries to remove those white sheets from her body. A groan left her lips when she opened her eyes fully, meeting the sudden bright light. Settling herself on the fluffy bed, she stared at her surroundings like a lost puppy but found no one except for the big glass window from where the sea was visible and wind-blows which were making the curtains flow, the chirping of birds.

I went into the room, and I found her lying there, crying. "Hey honey, you're tired dont you? Lets sleep," I said. "Don't touch me," she said. She seemed to be holding back the pain in her groin, then she got up from her sleeping position and walked away from me. "Where are you going?" I said. Nadya didn't say anything. In fact, she fell unconscious after a few steps away from me. I carried her, and I lay her down on the bed, covered her, then slept beside her. The next day, last night's rape was like a dream. As usual, Nadya woke up earlier than me. I found her in the kitchen making breakfast. "Good morning," said Nadya with her beautiful smile showing me.

Not, in the slightest… I grinned. “All forgotten. You seem to think so badly of me, Miss West.” I winked at her playfully, and the slight flush to her cheeks made my heart warm, knowing she was embarrassed. “I have soda too, if that is better for Sleeping Beauty?” I added, so she knew she didn’t have to have a coffee. Now she rolled her eyes at me, before answering. “Soda would be good, thank you. And trust me, I am far from a sleeping beauty. You so do not want to see me when I wake up!”

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.