Cursed Beauty ( A Sleeping Beauty Retelling)

Cursed Beauty ( A Sleeping Beauty Retelling)

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"I just want to let you know, Princess." Rune paused, gazing at the snowy night sky with his typical mundane expression. "That no matter how much time you have left, it has been a pleasure to have known you and to have guarded you, Princess." I sniffed, wiping a lone tear from my eye. "And I am thankful for you." I crossed my arms, turning to face my bodyguard. "Can I ask you one favor, Rune?" He stiffened, and stood at attention. "Of course, your highness." "Can you call me Lili?" His face turned solemn as his head faced the moon. "No I cannot, your highness. Never will I do that, for that would dishonor you." I laugh stupidly. "As usual you are right, for that is forbidden." "Yes it is." While we would never admit it, we both knew the underlining meaning of those words.
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"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

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