Sleeping Beauties Novels & Stories

Something exotic and intoxicating. She was finally mine now. My wife. My Georgia. She stood at the foot of the massive canopy bed, a vision of trembling beauty and untouched perfection. Her fingers were twisted in the sheer lace of her nightgown white, of course. Fitting. The virginal fabric kissed her soft thighs, delicate and transparent enough that I could see the shadow of her nipples peeking through. And fuck, those trembling little peaks were begging for a mouth.

After closing her eyes, She could faintly hear the sounds of insects and frogs outside the room. Only a gentle night lamp flowed in the room. BEAUTY and the BEAST on the bed were cuddling each other, and their body temperatures blended with each other. It was the first night of them when they slept peacefully in each other's Embraces. After struggling all night, Mohini opened her eyes. Her hands, which can be honest, practical and movable, touched the other side of the bed which was cold.

"How can you read this? There's no pictures!" "Well, some people use their imagination." - Gaston & Belle, The Beauty and the beast ************* Sid's POV I woke up and found her sleeping peacefully on me. I slowly put her head on the pillow and then looked at her frame, she looks so pretty while sleeping. A white Baby Dove, shy, cute, babyish and mine.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

I slip into bed and snuggle my blanket, letting my eyes close and instantly falling into a deep slumber. - "Ayla. Ayla wake up its five." I feel myself being gently shaken and open my eyes to see Bri. Smiling at her I yawn and sit up against my headboard. "Thanks babe." I say my voice raspy and throat parched. I rub my eyes like a kitten and put my head between my legs to stretch my back. Looking out the window I see the navy blue sky and frown. there were many reasons I hated winter, and the sky getting dark so quickly is one of them. I hate it, I hate when it's only four and you can tell the sky is getting grey, I miss nine pm sunsets and the feeling of warmth.

Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died. I was lying on a bed. A bed wrecked by an unending supply of blood from the puncture in my side. When I looked down and gingerly peeled the t-shirt up, my brows knitted with perplexity. Perhaps your wounds and imperfections vanish in death. It's not unexpected, given that Mother Selene was supposed to be the most beautiful Goddess in the sky, and She adored humans. The last thing She wants is for Her creation to arrive beaten and bruised.

She smiled a little bit at me, giving me comfort and assurance. "Hello, Madam. I'm Beauty, a good friend of your son. Your son bought you your favorite flowers." She slowly placed flowers on my mother's grave. "Don't you know that yellow is my favorite too? I also like pink roses. It's nice to meet you." Beauty dipped her head halfway and shut her eyes. She seems like she's offering a peaceful prayer. I felt my jaw tense up. I took out the sunshade from my back pocket and put it on. I watched Beauty kneeling and tenderly caressing my mother's engraved name.

she thought. "This place is crazy and one must be careful who they get close with. You don't have to force yourself to talk to me right now, but I'll always be here for you if you need someone to talk to" Sophia said with a cute smile,before standing up to walk back to her bed. "Thanks Sophia. I really appreciate your understanding and concern" Amaya said, returning the smile. Sophia walked back to her bed and lay down. Amaya tried to do the same but she couldn't sleep. Her heart was heavy and she was distressed.

I tell her but she simply shrugged and continued her business. "Your room is the biggest and besides you know how terrified I am to sleep all by myself without my teddy bears," she pouted and I rolled my eyes at her. It still baffled me how a twenty seven year old slept with four huge teddy bears and thirty smaller ones. According to what she told me, teddy bears were her best friends growing up and she doesn't sleep without one except when she has company. To her sleeping alone is terrifying and although she never really talked about the real reason, I knew there was more behind the story than she told me.