Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she informed? I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

The horse wasn't moving and she didn't want Samantha to know that yet. When Katie turned to leave, one of the floor boards creaked and she heard Samantha cough. Then the sound of a horse getting up! Katie turned slowly, sure she was hallucinating due to lack of sleep. Nightmare stood up and was trying to get the bottle from a very sleepy Samantha. Katie ran up to Samantha and hugged Nightmare and then her. She had no idea how a dying horse was drinking its weight in milk right now, she didn't care. A beautiful animal was saved and a gorgeous Princess won't have her heart broken. All she needed right now was a greasy breakfast.

The althundral princess Chapter fifteen Princess Delilah Blue's point of view The tears fall down my face as I lie in the overly sized tub sighing as I realise the water is beginning to turn cold, I quickly rinse my hair before climbing out of the tub and wrapping myself up in a fluffy robe. Before heading out into the bedroom to find something to sleep in, after looking through the drawers, I pick out some soft pyjama before sliding into bed and wondering what tomorrow will bring, before eventually falling into a restless sleep.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

Caden inspected her face. "Yeah, I'll just have to deal with the wrath of my parents first." "Your their precious Princess, they won't be that hard on you." "I hope so," That night she had to sleep on her back. It was torture falling asleep but thankfully she didn't turn in her sleep. She wasn't really able to wash her face and brushing her teeth was difficult since she could not open her mouth widely without wanting to cry.

Silence swallowed Lyra’s screams. The storm’s center drew her forward. Despite the blinding glow, she couldn't look away. In the chaos’s nexus, a woman stood, obscured by the brilliance that radiated from her. But her power was undeniable. The Moon Goddess… As the darkness enveloped Lyra, the goddess exuded a mysterious, elusive promise. **** Lyra startled awake, woodsmoke and damp earth filling her nose. Her vivid dream festered in the back of her mind. What did it mean? She shook her head, trying to push the images aside to concentrate on where she was and how she got here.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. I should wake her up. Instead, I found myself just… looking, admiring her features. she was not the basic Betty I'd tell you that,she looked feminine and yet masculine like a thin line waiting for one to cross over the other but now in her sleep she looked like a goddess that dropped from the sky She was usually so animated—smirking, arguing, rolling her eyes dramatically. But right now? She looked peaceful. Not annoying. Not stubborn. Just soft. I exhaled and moved closer, carefully reaching for her laptop. I saved her work and powered it down before placing it on the table.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

“But sir—you’ve been waiting for this—” “I was waiting to marry Isabella.” Adrian’s jaw clenched, his fist tight around nothing. “Someone dared switch my bride. That,” his eyes glinted murder, “I will not forgive.” The Russos woke to the stench of blood and the guttural snaps of jaws. When Don Russo’s eyes fluttered open, he realized he was suspended above a pit of alligators, their yellow eyes fixed on him with hunger. His wife shrieked once and fainted outright.