Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

I almost laugh when I go to get a washcloth to wipe off what little makeup she has on, and she has rolled over onto my side and is now hugging my pillow, with a very content smile on her sleeping face. ‘We must make sure she feeds, this is another day she has not fed because she is tired’ Chaos tells me and for once we are in sync with our thoughts. She looks so small and so vulnerable as she sleeps. Deciding to stock the mini fridge in our room with blood bags I nip to the kitchen, but before I reach the door to the kitchen I hear hushed voices so I stop and listen.

I growl. I can’t deal with it, I’m almost falling into the trap of believing those words… “You’re wrong again. I wish you could see that,” she whispers, stepping closer to me and I step back. “I’m not fucking wrong, wake up from your delusion, Princesa, because this world is a place you will never survive in with that outlook...” I turn my back on her just as she reaches for me, brushing her hand off me I clench my fist. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

He doesn't care about the tears or the heartbreak that will come with breaking up with Chelsea. Border patrol- Alpha, a large grey wolf, is running through our lands. Is it one of our visitors? Ben- Yes, Sam. That is Princess Sasha. Learn her scent. Sam- Yes Alpha After thirty more minutes of self-pity, I drag myself to Chelsea, and I's room. To my relief, Chelsea is asleep and lightly snoring. I strip off my clothes and get in bed. I keep my boxers on, which isn't normal, but sleeping naked next to her feels wrong.

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.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

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.