Sleeping Princess Novels & Stories

I pack up my hair in a messy bun with the aid of a silk scrunchie. Now what? I sit back on the bed and stare straight at the door. Now…we sleep. I guess. There isn't much I can do tonight anyway. As if on cue, the princess turned fire breathing dragon walks back into the room, totally behaving as though no one else is in the room. As expected of course. NoI heave a heavy sigh of exhaustion and slide under the soft sheets as I wait for sleep to come. And it came really quickly. The next morning greets me with a puzzled thought in my head.

Fingers clasped around the wrist, her green eye slipped open to hazily peer at Circe. The princess lay on her side, face propped upon an open palm. The silken sheets had slipped down her chest to expose soft yet firm breasts with rosy tips. She smiled as their eyes met. “What is it?” Alessia mumbled before releasing her friend’s hand and turning to press her face into the soft pillows. Keeping company with one of the Alpha’s daughters came with numerous perks, and sleeping in a queen-sized bed happened to be one of them.

The two of them stopped talking and waited for hours to pass so that they could get out of the dungeon . ' How weird.........I am suddenly very sleepy . Maybe because I have cried my eyes out these days . Although he is scary , I was able to get my mind away from my mother and sister thanks to him . Haaaaaaa..........I think I will close my eyes for a bit.......just for a bit........ ' thought princess kana and closed her eyes slowly then fell asleep . " Is this girl seriously sleeping next to me ?! Isn't she scared at all ? " said prince Diego surprised .

“You haven’t been sleeping.” “I’m a night owl.” She chuckles, rolling her neck, and that normally genuine smile cracks. I don’t believe her for a second. The servants talk, and I’ve heard my fair share of rumors from the kitchen and servants hall about the princess and her nightly sleepwalking habits. Someone recently said those instances were becoming more frequent, and I know with a fact someone else has made the king aware that his sister was caught at the front gate in the early hours of the morning–just standing there, staring blankly.

She was happy her sons are growing up so fast. "Mother?", She heard and turned her head to see Princess Leah at the door in her night gown. "What is it, baby? Come." Princess Leah walked to her Mother still rubbing her eyes. Her mother pulled her close and sat her on her laps. "What's wrong, princess?" "I had a scary nightmare." "What was the nightmare about?" "I was drowning deep in the water and was scared but a lady pulled me out and saved me." "It's okay, darling. Don't be scared. You are safe. Come, let's get you back to bed."

I didn’t realize I was doing this now. “And rule number 5: the most important rule of all. Do not touch his bed. He’s very particular about his bed, and if you were to disobey his order, I can’t promise you’ll continue on with both of your hands.” She said. What? His bed? How am I supposed to clean his entire chambers without touching his bed? The bed is the main piece, it draws quite a lot of attention.. how could he not want it cleaned and made? I nodded my head even though the rules were quite ridiculous. A wolf Princess. Captured and made the Lycan Kings slave.. Given rules like a child. I’m not a child! And he is most certainly not my King.

I looked down and noticed the absence of the guards, I had told them to leave early so I could surprise my Princess. Speaking of Princess, I pulled the leather gloves on my hands as I silently made my way into the room. It was dark, but I noticed her small sleeping body on the enormous bed. The four-poster bed was covered in white lace fabric, with dozens of pillows on the bed with her blanket kicked down her feet. Her white nightgown draped across her frame, ending on her thighs and offering me a delicious view of her long legs. I could just part them and wake her up with my mouth pressed against her pus—

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

After turning for the millionth time in bed, the day light was finally starting to show, I looked at my clock to see it's five thirty am, almost time for the princess to wake up. I'm just praying that she won't sleep in tonight when I heard the tiniest knock on my door, followed by my door being open slighty. And in came my princess in all her glory, she had her teddy in her hand, dressed in baby blue pyjamas, her hair was wild but she looked beautiful. "Everything okay princess?" I ask her worried. "I couldn't sleep" she begins and I sit stright in my bed patting a spot next to me.

I couldn't remember the last time I slept or ate. Persephone has an endless routine, barely leaving her castle wing. She starts by cultivating the prairie where large green trees screen the ugly dark walls, giving an illusion of a surrounding forest. With each step, she sprouts wildflowers among the tall grass, a perfect hide-and-seek spot for pixies when they play with her. She then rests submersed in tepid hot springs. I cool the waters at her demand before bringing her favorite snacks—a bowl of grapes and a bottle of translucid maroon wine. I wait off her hours-long hydration, waiting for the following schedule. She often dismisses me to wash her clothes, scrub the heated rocks and prepar