Bald Rapunzel Novels & Stories

Like a closet for my clothes! I smiled when I saw the boat scene in the TV. Tangled was my favorite movie ever. They're so sweet and cute. I'm like Rapunzel, too! I have whitish brownish hair too. What do you call it? Oh yeah! Blonde! But I didn't like it much. One girl from the orphanage before said that blondes are dumb. But Madie isn't dumb. I'm smart! Like an explorer! I wanted to have what Rapunzel and Eugene has. I wanted someone to save me, too. And then if I'm strong enough, I can save him too!

she said giggling while she rested her head from her grandma's shoulder. They started eating when she saw a man standing from that big balete tree in front of her grandma's yard. She couldn't recognize if it's one of her uncle's or one of her cousin's. "Why does he have golden hair the same as mine?" She's about to ask her grandma when she saw her closed the door. Maybe she saw her looking outside strangely. "Please don't look at that balete tree iha. You might see something strange." her grandmom told her.

“Damnnnnnnnn” The witch was smoking hot. Her curves were supernatural. Slender with skin tanned till they were golden. Her black hair fell over her shoulders and covered her body. To be frank, her Rapunzel hairdo was the old thing keeping her from being nude. She pouted her luscious red lips and gently placed her head on her hands. She looked like the slutty version of the moon goddess. I was tempted to whistle. Suddenly it made absolute sense why the alpha slept with her mother. If he did.

Chapter 26 "Girl... Let me tell you something, I have given you a very good identity. Choose one amongst the best of all. Please, for goodness sake, quit the thought of cutting off your hair. Common,” I rolled my eyes at him in disbelief. Was that all you wanted to say to have taken so much time? I scoffed, paying no attention to him. "Yes girl. I am damn serious. A hair like yours can only be compared to that of Rapunzel. Look at you girl... you look so good with it"

Balding brown hair and piercing green eyes, he stood tall and strong, glaring at her, “Lucinda.” “My King,” she curtseyed to the large man in front of her, hiding her look of shock and fear until he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the castle.

he says and silence falls between us until finally Vincent mutters from the other side of the line. "What the hell!" fumes, half sleepy." What time is it?" I let my eyes wander to the watch on my wrist and whistle. "More than waking time, Cinderella." "Rapunzel." I look up at Midnight. "As?" "The right princess is Rapunzel, not Cinderella."speaks, the tone almost condescending. I crack a smile. "And you know so much about princesses..." He holds up his middle finger and snarls half a dozen curses.

Maybe she can change her look? Her hair was very long; it cascaded down to her waist. She derived joy from growing out her hair, because of her love for Rapunzel since she was a little kid. But she's now 18, no longer a kid, and she has to get over her obsession with being the second Rapunzel. It might be something she'll regret, but she had to start taking risks in her life. A sigh escaped her lips as she stared at herself, a mix of determination and nervousness etched on her face.

Although the dress looked awful,against Willow's fair skin,it stood out,making her look like a medieval queen. "Wonderful." Mr Pierre,the hairstylist seated Willow in front of the large mirror and began curling her hair. James looked at the time, they only had fifteen minutes before they left to the gala. He didn't want his boss waiting. " Pierre, you have five minutes!" James snapped. " What you are asking for is impossible. Five minutes. Am I styling a poodle or the bell of the ball?" Pierre replied . After spraying hair spray until their eyes teared and their lungs heaved, Pierre turned the chair to face James.

His beauty made her breath catch in her chest, and she found herself ogling him from a distance. Adnan calmly walked forward, the smile still on his face. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel," he said, "let down your hair so I can climb the golden stairs." Afrah laughed at his wit, leaning forward even more. "I'm afraid my hair isn't that long or that strong," she said. "But we have something which Rapunzel didn't have back then." "And that is?" "Stairs," she replied. "Come on up." *

She continued shoving fries in her mouth. "Let's think about this logically, what do the words 'Heart, Rapunzel, and Kill' have in common?" She asked nonchalantly. The weird fetish of a certain Fallen Angel is what I wanted to say but chose not to. "I don't know. Unless they wrote a whole new fairytale about Rapunzel being a killer and stabbing people until their hearts stopped beating and they died, then this makes no sense!" I exclaimed, letting out an angry huff. I could feel my face turn red from stress and I hated it.