Sleeping Beauties Novels & Stories

Rose had trouble trying to get the twins to sleep. They kept on fussing about and crying all over the room. Emma wasn't an exception either. She kept throwing tantrums and spilling the whole place with paint. Rose had no choice than to call Beauty over for a little assistance. Beauty was just coming out of the shower when she received the text so she quickly threw on her bathrobe before heading to the kid's room. " You haven't read their bedtime story." Mason reminded her and she sighed.

"Help me add salt to the meal." Anastasia nodded as she opened the pot, her body block the pot and she turned back one last time to make sure he wasn't looking before she carefully take out a wrapped leaf from her sleeve, and inside was a white powder. The powder was made from a flower called Sleeping Beauty, and it is pristine white in color, and just like its name, it has the ability to put even an Alpha to at least 30 minutes of sleep, it was said that as long as the right quantity is added, an ordinary werewolf like the guards would sleep for three days straight.

She is wearing a white nightgown that gives her an otherworldly vibe. A man in black is looking at the sleeping beauty and cannot resist touching her. He has seen this scene for so long, but he is not yet used to it. He wants her so badly. "You will be mine soon, my dearest." The man in black said it in a soft voice. His movement was soundless when he approached the little sleeping beauty. He touched her silky hair and started to play with it. When he was about to touch the lips of his sleeping beauty, he heard a person’s footsteps approaching this room. He jumped through the window before the footsteps reached the room.

I'm not sure what the advantages of the man who is always glorified by the entire campus are; besides his handsome face, what else does he have? Ah, let me introduce myself; my name is Jasmine Smith. There is nothing special about me; it's just that my family is quite rich, so my life feels very easy. I can get anything I want. But somehow, my life feels bland. Maybe because I have too much money, I no longer have the motivation to get something.

And no matter how I shifted, the cushions dug into my ribs like punishment. “Fuck this,” I muttered under my breath, sitting up and raking a hand through my hair. The storm roared louder, thunder cracking so close it shook the walls. For a split second, the entire room lit up, and I caught a glimpse of her— Elena—sleeping on one side of the bed. Her face was turned toward the window, hair falling loosely across her cheek, one arm tucked under her head. The blanket barely covered her shoulder, and her breathing came in soft, steady waves that almost drowned out the rain.

Nicholas watched her, completely mesmerized. Utterly enraptured. Enchanted by the vision that was his mate. His sweet little moon. His moon rose. So delicate and incredibly sexy she looked, sleeping on his bed like that. Lost to the world. Her nude body barely covered by those silky white sheets haphazardly wrapped around her. Her caramel curls spread around on the pillow like a beautiful halo. Resting so peacefully, with her lips mildly parted open as she slowly breathed.

I toss the shirt on the floor and fall into bed as if my spine gave out. I'm tired. The daylight creeps in through the edge of the blackout curtains. Time doesn't mean much at Apex. I'm awake during the night and asleep during the day. It's past my bedtime. Their noises still echo and it comforts me. I don't know what that says about me, but I let it lull me to sleep anyway. I crash hard. For the first time, I don't dream about rage, blood, or violence. I dream about Beatrice. I wake up to darkness. The room is quiet and still. The sun is long gone. I blink against the light bleeding from under my door, rub the sleep from my eyes, and reach for my phone.

She asked and I was mute. How could she see right through me? Marrying Damian would definitely change my life, but he’s dangerous. Clearly from the earlier incident, more are coming. Who were they? How did they know my name? She served the dish, and before I could call Ashley, she was already asleep. “Ou. Your friend is asleep.” The man said and he brought the food to me. A faint smile tugged at my lips. Even I needed such beauty sleep. After eating, I carried her with the help of the grandpa— into the room the woman had prepared for us.

Isabey was sleeping peacefully, she was captivated in the world of her dreams, the fairy of slumber is heaving her in her arms... Isabey listened to a binding sound near her ears, what does hell happen now? She cursed in her sleep not opening her eyes, she tried to fuck off the source of that sound but it was not in the reach of her hands. Isabey opened her sleeping eyes to murder the thing that annoyed her peaceful sleep.