Sleeping Beauty Part 1 Novels & Stories

Haven’t I just seen something that same color? We reach the top of the stairs. A small, snug bedroom comes into view, everything… everything smells like roses and… rain. A four-poster bed rests in the center of the room draped in lace, and on the cushions rests a golden box, the lid proppd open, with music flowing from it. A golden rose spins in its center to the tune, its golden thorns catching the last light of sunset. I’m drawn to it, my fingers outstretched. “Yes, girl,” Morgan rasps behind me. “Touch it.”

It was obvious she's very tired from their intense lovemaking session last night. He came out awhile later with some scrambled egg and toast with coffee, Strong decaf coffee. He kept the tray of the side table and climbed on the bed, "Hey, sleeping beauty." He called her, Jacklyn moved a little, "Hey sleeping beauty, Your prince charming is here to wake you up, So do him the favor of getting up or have him do it his own way." He said, Immediately, she opened her groggy eyelids. "Can't I sleep a bit longer?" She asked sleepily,

Carlos had a serious facial expression as he gazed upon The Sleeping Beauty before him, his heart was racing actually seeing her lying on his bed begging to be touched to be felt and do as he wanted with her "It's been long baby... I missed your scent,"he hovered over her as he sniffed her neck all the way to her ears. He loved how she felt in his arms and the last time he was finally about to have her in his arms until he was satisfied, but he couldn't do that because he was disturbed by her friend, but now he has Rhea all to himself

I murmured, stepping closer. She did not respond, her focus entirely on the bed. I froze as realization dawned. She was trying to climb onto the mattress, the very thing she had stubbornly avoided since her arrival. I stood there, watching as she dragged herself onto it, her body trembling with the effort. When she finally settled into the bed, it seemed to come alive, shifting and wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. Her breathing began to slow, her pale cheeks gaining a faint blush of color as our enchanted bond worked its magic.

Footsteps approached and she heard Pareio's voice saying to someone: "We're coming!" Then the large, white-painted door opened and the object of her longing pushed into the room. His movements were timid and he had fixed his eyes on the full cup in his right hand. He balanced it carefully so as not to spill a drop. When he arrived at the bed, he put the elegantly curved coffee pot down on the bedside table and then turned to her for the first time. “Tomorrow, Sleeping Beauty! Time to get up! ”He sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on her back as she rolled over to face him.

One of his hands was still clutching mine like he hadn't let go once. My chest tightened. God, he looked exhausted. I turned slightly, wincing as the sting in my side reminded me why I was in bed in the first place. The memory came back in pieces—gunfire, Persephone yelling, the sting of metal grazing my skin, Icarus's voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. I watched him for a long moment before whispering, “Psst… Sleeping Beauty.” His eyes snapped open, like he hadn’t really been asleep at all. “Jay Jay,” he breathed, sitting up too fast, panic instantly etched across his face.

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!”

I watch as Angela approaches them with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands which she lowers below Anya’s nose. The girl's nose twitches and she groans in her sleep, then as she tries to move she seems to realise that she is pinned by something. Everything after that happens fast and Angela quickly steps out of reach which a huge grin on her face. First Anya opens her eyes and blinks a few times before looking down at her torso and noticing the arms that are wrapped around her. A groan from behind her makes her freeze as her butt had been rubbing against her hugger and he is getting a little excited in his sleep. She turns her head to see who it is and lets out a shriek that startled me and

It hits me again and I finally turn it off. I wake up feeling hot, my skin feels hot, and then I open my eyes, feeling my body stiff and... trapped. I lift my head and Aunt Jane cries next to me, her mouth sealed and her eyes filled with tears. In the closed and stuffy place, a fire is what lights up the wooden room, where we are certainly in a house. I drag myself towards it, trying to maintain contact, but I hear footsteps. — It seems that sleeping beauty decided to wake up. — Romanov's voice sounds and then more people approach. — That damn thing is smart...

The room was full of sound of moan and clapping body. ‎ ‎End of flashback. ‎ ‎As he gazed down at the sleeping beauty nestled in his arms, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. The way her face relaxed in peaceful slumber, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her body pressed against his, it all felt surreal. She shifted slightly, her body stretching instinctively, a quiet signal that she was beginning to stir. ‎ ‎“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he whispered, his voice low and tender, just as her eyes fluttered open.