Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

a voice boomed. They looked up to see the Princess sitting on a black throne in the far end of the room. She looked nothing like those around her, who simply looked like humanoids looking through a distorted lens. Princess Saayan looked like she was made of black smoke, with two white holes for the eyes. "I am Princess Saayan. Come forward and share your concerns with us, and we will try to help as much as we can. But take heed of this: Nothing in the world is free."

I could hear the faint whisper of the young maid as she lightly tapped my cheek in an attempt to awaken me. I don’t know how long it was since I’d passed out, but it wasn’t nearly long enough. My body was exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was to be roust out of the marvelous semi-coma I was in. “Princess, please… you must awaken. Time is short,” came the whisper through the dark. Time is short? Short for what? Oh yes, I remembered. I was to be married.

Although Eliana wants to revel in his sight, she hones in on the maid who is slowly limping away. The Princess stealthily maneuvers through the crowd, only occasionally having to slash into a rebel or rip the throat out of a soldier. Tasting metallic liquid in her mouth, she continues on. Selma crawls up the steps of the castle, her leg broken form the fall. Eliana allows her to reach half way up, when the maid stops, exhausted and hopeless. She approaches, smoothly ascending the stars. Fur coats her body as she reaches down to force Selma to face her. The woman's gaze is wide with fear. She gulps, trembling, "Please, I am sorry. Spare me."

I inquired. “Yes, but you don’t have to battle the big boss, you just have to battle the princess, who is currently Sleeping Beauty over there,” Tiff joked and pointed at Amelie sleeping on the couch. “I still don’t understand how she can fall asleep absolutely anywhere. It’s quite a talent.” “I know, the number of times she’s fallen asleep in the car or on my lap is astounding,” I chuckled. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” Tiff said, walking into her bedroom.

But my little princess sometimes gets upset when she has to sleep without bidding me goodnight because I come home late. That's why I have decided to bring my piccolo with me to the company and let her play in my cabin. I have asked Mama to get my princess ready as Anhuphama is taking a nap after throwing up for the third time. After making sure that my wife is okay with King and Tank beside her, I leave the room and walk towards the playroom. When I get inside the playroom I see that my princess is playing with her fake vegetables and knife. I chuckle seeing that she is wearing a Minnie mouse printed dress. This girl surely loves Minnie mouse very much. "Princess, are you ready to go with m

I'm so focused on my daydreams that I don't even notice when my princess appears in the room, she's wearing short panda pajamas, with owl slippers on her feet. Beautiful as always, even with sleepy little eyes. Strange that she's awake because it's still early, it's not even 8:00 am yet. She comes on top of me and lays down on top of my body, I wrap my arms around her body and give her a lingering kiss on her forehead. --- What are you doing awake at this time, my princess?-- I ask, caressing her hair while she lifts her head to look me in the eyes. --- I missed your body in bed-- he says snuggling closer to me.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and I started laughing. "How ungentlemanly to point out that detail, Richard! I knew you had to have some flaw." She gave my shoulder a playful tap. "I don't snore - I have the sleep of a princess." "Oh yeah? And what's a princess's sleep like?" I was enjoying her funny fake-offended expression. "Princesses don't snore, they breathe delicately. So what you heard, if you heard anything, wasn't snoring - it was delicate breathing, light and gentle," She concluded, and I laughed even more.

the clueless princess muttered, misinterpreting Marcellus whining. "You know it's quite comfortable here, we can take a nap and continue our journey later. I really really need a very comfortable sleep..." Vivienne quickly fell into a deep slumber just after a minute of lying on the grass. Marcellus had to stay awake and ensure the princess' safety as she rests to recover her strength.

And on. Power-hungry bastards wrapped in muscle and ambition, tripping over themselves to impress a woman they secretly resent. They talk about lands they’ll rule, wars they’ll wage, heirs I’ll bear—as if my body is just another crown jewel to claim. I yawn. At some point, my eyes slide shut. I actually fall asleep. The sound of my name jerks me awake. “…Princess?” I blink slowly, lifting my head. “Oh,” I say mildly, glancing around. “Is it still going?”