Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

she became silent I bought thermometer and checked her temperature it's high oh no what she did why her temperature is high I bought the tablets and made her to take them after taking the tablets she is looking at me she is so pale what the hell I did I want to let her know the mistake but she became like this iam trying to make her sleep but she is not sleeping she is looking at me I understood her feelings I said "I will not leave you princess see iam here only sleep for sometime" she is not agreeing I hugged her tightly and said "my princess is a good girl right listen to me let's sleep together when you wake up we will talk I will be beside you only until you wake up so sleep my dear pri

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.

Lyra’s heart pounded against her ribs as she jolted awake, hazy with the last tendrils of her vision. The last thing she remembered was she was in the mistress’s quarters. The mistress! She lurched back before she realized—this was her own bed. Not the mistress's chamber. Nor some distant dreamscape. Her fingers curled against the thin blanket as she listened to Rowena shifting with a sleepy murmur. Daphne curled onto her side, Kaela’s breathing steady and deep. The moon hung heavy beyond the window, silver light stretching through the room in thin rivlets. She swallowed hard, rubbing at her face, but the vision did not fade. Her mother’s voice. Trust those whose rose blooms with the moon at

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 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.

Even after being saved by the king, she showed no signs of harboring any selfish desires. Majori was the strangest person he had ever met. But that wasn't his concern. Ryder glanced at me and gave a faint smile: "Goodbye." He turned and walked out without a backward glance, leaving the girl behind with her serene smile. ... The sedative acted quickly—royal-quality medication was indeed effective. I mused, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. I didn't want to fall asleep so soon. If only I had tried bargaining with the doctor earlier.