Sleeping Beauty Princess Aurora Novels & Stories

She was surrounded by people dressed in black and white robes. "Please come with us, Princess Aurora! The Clan Chief is anxiously awaiting your presence!" said one of them. "Princess Aurora? Clan Chief?" Kalina was stunned. The man nodded, and said again. "The princess is the chosen vessel of the Aurora Jewel that descended from the sky. The news has spread throughout Nigella and the surrounding kingdoms." Kalina understood the misunderstanding, the one thing she did not understand was how powerful the Aurora gem was. As the gem entered her body, she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary except for a sudden pain in her eyes.

His body still lay with Trina, but his mind already belonged to someone else. Aurora. Trina almost spat the name out loud, but swallowed her hatred along with the wine. No one would steal him from her. Not that bastard. Not that fallen princess who could barely sit at the right table. Trina drank the rest of her glass and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The wine was bitter, but nothing compared to the taste of the anger burning inside her. She looked at Thales once more. The warrior chewed without appetite, but his eyes were still fixed on Aurora.

"I own hotels, I hate my sister in law, and I want to open a coffee shop someday." Aurora laughed. "Hi, I'm Aurora Blackwell. I design masks, I'm terrified of being hurt again, and I live with my best friend who happens to be a princess." Damien's eyes went wide. "Your best friend is a princess?" Aurora clapped her hand over her mouth. "I wasn't supposed to say that." "Too late now," Damien said with amusement. "You promised honesty, remember?"

She was standing there Poised yet startled, she stood with her hands held together, unsure whether to bow or step back. Aurora. Queen Vivian’s voice was warm but measured. “Princes, this is Princess Aurora of the Sapphire Pack. She’s agreed to stay with us for a time.” Her words barely registered. All I could think about was the way the air shifted around Aurora, the invisible pull drawing me forward. It wasn’t just a pull—it was a claim, a truth written into my blood.

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

She said, picking up her purse. "You're heading out?" I asked in surprise, hoping my presence did not make her uncomfortable. She nodded, "Yeah. You two need some privacy." "Uh okay. Take care." "Yeah sure," she said and left. Aurora stepped out not long after that. I almost drooled as she stepped in a flowing strapless floral dress, her waves cascaded flawlessly down her back, framing her glowing face so perfectly. God, this woman was too beautiful for words. "Leo," she said with a slight smile and nod in my direction.

We have something, I don’t know what just yet but I’m not letting you go, little Princess’ The weeks passed and her body healed but Aurora remained deeply unconscious somehow when all but the breathing tube had been removed a photo appeared and was quickly taken up by the world’s media, ‘The Sleeping Beauty’ It proclaimed showing Aurora in her hospital bed, her long ash blonde hair over one shoulder, looking fragile and ethereal and incredibly beautiful and underneath the story of the accident and the fact it had been two months she still showed no signs of waking up. Phillipe called every day sitting by her bedside talking quietly telling her about his day and what he hoped to share with he

I whisper sadly. “Don’t be. From the moment I saw those glowing pink petals shoot into the sky the other night, I was certain you were the one we were waiting for. Today confirmed that... I just never expected it to be Kataleya Rossi, Daughter of the Lycan King Alejandro Rossi, and the Blessed Queen, Kiara Rossi.” His eyes are blazing brilliant blue as he looks me dead in the eye. “You’re the light that we have been waiting for.”

Whoever this woman is, I am hoping that they can stop her and find out who is behind it. It takes me ages to settle in the bed, I toss and turn, finally giving up and just resting with my head on the pillows waiting for Nico to return. After what seems an hour or so, the door opens. Under the dim lighting I see his shape, narrow hips, long muscular legs and broad shoulders locking the door behind him. “Are you asleep, Princess?” “No, I couldn’t. I’m worried, Nico.” “We will be fine. There is no news, but we are preparing ourselves, Aurora is the best at what she does. Do not worry, Princess we need sleep.”

It’s Christmas after all and every year Aurora’s father, King Harold Whittaker lll throws a party for his people. I feel her presence before I see her, even in the midst of so many people I can still sight her. Dressed in a flowing silver gown that glitters like stars in the night sky is princess Aurora and seated on her head is a tiny tiara that makes her look even more commanding. The slit of the dress is so high that if I should look closely I might just see the edge of her panties. I feel my pants start to strain and I immediately adjust myself to avoid any unwanted attention.