The Claiming Of Sleeping Beauty Novels & Stories

She said as sparkles filled her eyes. “But who am I even kidding? My dad entrusted the most lethal and dangerous man in the entire world to be the one to execute his final wishes. So I guess this whole thing is justified? “I am not even stated as the official Archduchess yet, because by law; my aunt, the queen has to give me her blessings and then I will fully claim the archduchy, and yet all of this is happening.” Seeing her spooked like that, right out of her skin made me want to fucking kill somebody, and as though the gods had answered my prayers; James came spilling right into the office.

"What do you know?" Felix's eyes sparkled as he looked at Bradley and said slyly, "It must be because I'm not a real prince!" Bradley rubbed his temples, feeling a headache. He was just about to comfort Felix, but the boy grabbed his arm as if he had discovered something new and said, "I'm a little prince, so my energy isn't enough. Sleeping Beauty definitely needs the big prince to wake her up! Daddy, come and kiss the sleeping beauty to wake her up!"

Zero I’m awoken by Beggar screaming, my head pounding. The bed dips as I turn to grab her by the waist, she obviously fights me but I easily pull her to my chest. "Stay still," I snap. She listens, whimpering as her body stills. "Sleep Beauty,” and she does. It's the first night I sleep with Beggar in my arms. And though I feel her closeness, I know she's safe, there's nothing but a painful ache in my chest at the thought of her going back to that man.

If I play it right, I can get everything I ever wanted. The handwriting was close enough to Belle’s to be convincing, the dates lined up perfectly with the night she met Draven. The narrative was crafted perfectly: Belle was a calculated gold digger who had targeted Draven, seduced him, got pregnant on purpose, and vanished only to return when the time was right to claim his fortune.

“I’m sorry, little princess.” Delian gingerly caressed Althaea’s plump cheeks as she snuggled with a blue monster plush, drifting through a dream-filled sleep. “Don’t worry, she has no idea,” Danae spoke from behind him, her approaching steps light to not wake her daughter. “But she was upset that her Prince Charming had to leave early. She even threatened him that she was going to sleep forever like Sleeping Beauty until he came back.” Danae giggled at the memory. “So what happened back there, Del?”

Jacob said with a challenged look. "What condition?" Snow asked. If Jacob gave them an easier request, she could agree to it! "Miss Poole, you're one of the four great beauties of Springfield City, and you're the dream companion of many men! Any normal man would be moved by a sexy and beautiful woman like you! If I win, then you'll keep me company for a few nights. I want to taste someone as beautiful as you are, to see how amazing it feels." Jacob let out a sinister smile as his gaze wandered over Snow's beautiful face and gorgeous figure with a look of greed.

“Didn’t what?” Annie tugged down the collar of her dress, showing a scar of a bite mark. Isobel gasped. “Is that…?” “The claiming mark? Yes.” “Don’t look so shocked, dear. It’s not as bad as it looks. When he bites you, it feels euphoric. One could say orgasmic. I’m sure it feels the same to him as well.” “You bite him as well?” Isobel asked, a rise in her vocal pitch. “We both do it to claim each other. It bonds us to each other and proclaims that there is no other.”

“You brought a stranger home?” “I didn’t bring her anywhere. She brought herself.” “Well, that’s ominous.” Leona tilted her head. “What do I call this file? ‘Femme Fatale’?” “Call it what you want,” he said, sliding behind his desk. “Just find her.” Leona watched him for a moment. “This about your father’s charity deal? Because if you’re spiraling again—” “She stole from me.” That made her pause. Leona’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Mostly trouble.” “And still causing it, I see,” Mrs. Barbara teased, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. She leaned in just enough for me alone to hear. “Though I’d say the real trouble is catching our cold Commander’s attention. That engagement of yours has the whole realm buzzing.” I smiled, modest and a little flustered. “I suppose the realm likes a good scandal.” If only Mrs. Barbara knew what really happened behind it—the accidental love potion, the chaos that neither of us could have predicted.

It was late by the time we finished dealing with the aftermath at the family safe house, so I took Vincent directly back to my private penthouse. The next morning, I woke up to breakfast already laid out. I leaned against the doorframe, watching the man seriously brewing coffee. "Feeling domestic?" "I don't have an official title yet. Have to stay on my best behavior to make a good impression on my princess." "Otherwise, what if she gets mad and decides she doesn't want me anymore?"