Sleeping Beauty Triolgy Novels & Stories

She wanted to shower, but her limbs felt like lead. “It’s the—” Kalina started to warn, but Zoriana didn’t hear the rest. Her eyes slid shut, and she collapsed onto the pillows in a drug-induced stupor. She didn’t hear the balcony door creak open. She didn’t see the two rogues slip into the room. They smirked, looking at the Sleeping Beauty on the bed. The Luna hadn’t lied; this would be easy. They moved toward the bed like predators closing in on a high-value prize, ready to take their King’s reward.

The room was almost dark, if not for the open curtain on the window, letting the bright moonlight to enter, bask in half of the bed, where someone was sleeping on it peacefully. A faint footsteps could be heard, but the sleeping beauty didn’t even hear it. She was way to far in her dreamland, didn’t even notice the devil was right there in her room, walking slowly towards her.

With a surge of determination, he swiftly reached into his pocket, retrieving a small vial containing a potent sleeping pill. The room seemed to hold its breath as David moved with calculated speed, closing the distance between himself and Sabrina. His fingers deftly uncorked the vial, the faint aroma of the sleeping potion wafting through the air. Time seemed to slow as David extended his hand towards Sabrina's slumbering form. ‌ Sabrina, aware of the impending danger, fought against the residual effects of David's hypnotism. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to break free from the haze clouding her mind. Her instincts screamed at her to escape, to resist David's grip on her c

sleep came and took over. ********* The next day broke up crisp and clear. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. Lexa was sleeping softly like a cute little baby, having a sweet dream, until her sleep was interrupted again. *Knock*!!! Belle knocked hardly on the door, the knock resounded through the whole room, which woke up the sleeping beauty. Lexa blushed with fury as her sleep was disturbed again, and she cursed while hissing, " Shit!"

Batibat taught her how to cloak herself in shadows. It only really worked at night and in dark places but it was all she needed to sneak into Trish’s room that night. Thankfully, Trish’s roommate didn’t have a familiar but Callie threw a sleeping spell at the other girl in case she was a light sleeper. She threw another one at Trish as Batibat had been very clear that victims waking up mid-nightmare made trapping them again harder.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

We exchanged letters for an entire year, sharing everything—our happiness, sorrow, frustrations, and hopes. Until one day, I noticed a familiar envelope on Darren's desk. The handwriting was unmistakable. Stunned and overjoyed, I ran to ask him about it. He hesitated for a moment, then admitted, somewhat awkwardly, that he was the one behind the letters. That he had been "Skyler." He said he only wanted to watch over me silently, to encourage me from the shadows. And I believed him. From that moment on, something shifted in me. Gratitude became dependence. Dependence turned into love.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her pupils gradually dilated, and her hand slipped weakly from my grasp. No matter how desperately I screamed her name, she never woke up again. My heart went completely numb as I reached out to close my mother's eyes. Adrian and I had been together for three years. I couldn't understand how we ended up like this. Just a year ago, our relationship had been sweet and full of affection. But ever since his childhood friend returned from abroad, everything changed. He started becoming distant, constantly setting up "tests" to prove my sincerity. He even said that I had to pass all 99 of his tests before I could marry him.

Kieran asked, his voice low and sharp. Selena tilted her head, her lips curling. “I’m showing you what real pleasure looks like. I’m better, stronger, and prettier than your Luna. You don’t need her.” “Get out,” Ronan commanded, his voice like steel. But Selena only stepped closer. The scent grew heavier, wrapping around the room like smoke. The triplets tried to resist, their eyes flashing, but the pull of the potion was stronger. Their heads grew heavy, vision blurring, until one by one, they slumped where they stood.