Cass Rapunzel Novels & Stories

“Nice to meet you, Rue Rue but we would both be in trouble if you get caught entering here.” “Fine. Can I see you tomorrow before I leave?” A yes stayed at the tip of my tongue but I knew the dangers. I wasn’t stupid. “No. Remember, trouble.” She poured cutely. It took a lot not to keep her in my pocket. “Fine. Bye, Rapunzel.” “Rue Rue, where are you? You know daddy said not to leave the living room,” the other girl – I suppose her name is Ginny – said. “I’m here!” Rue Rue limped to the door, a mischievous smile on her face.

Cassian found the girl by moonlight. She was chained in the center of an altar surrounded by runes glowing with forbidden magic. She looked barely thirteen. Pale skin, silver eyes, and a streak of crimson in her white hair. She looked at him. No fear. Just knowing. “You’re late,” she said. Cassian stepped forward. “You know me?” “You’re the one who’s supposed to choose.” He frowned. “Choose what?” But before she could answer, the shadows behind him rippled—and a figure stepped through.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

Caitlyn cried. Declan tried to rearrange his features so that she wouldn’t see the turmoil that raged within him and then turned to see her standing in the doorway. She wore a simple pinky-purple dress, her feet were bare and her hair was in a thick plait that reached the ground and was threaded with flowers. She did a little twirl and Caitlyn clapped delightedly. “I love Tangled,” Caitlyn said dreamily. “Tangled?” “Disney movie,” Chloe replied, “about Rapunzel.”

Emperor Carl held his left hand up, and they fell silent as he ordered. "Before you or your mother or your sister say anything and don't blame Rosabella. (Ella (Rosabella) stared at him after he said her real name and she was shocked.) Rosabella was outside in the stables as she was helping her old horse to give birth to two foals, and she couldn't be in two places at once. You, your mother and your sister lied to my Queen and me. You three lie that 'Cinderella has stolen the necklace' but how can she when she was helped her old horse. You three are never going to call Rosabella 'Cinderella' because it doesn't suit her at all."

My body changed rapidly into something I myself can't control, My eyes dazzled in the wolf costume, that's what I can classify it as to make me comfortable and not sad, howling continuously only a word echoes in my head faintly, it is My mom. 'Ella!!!' The full moon...full moon light, no Lord, I whispered, but it was too late to lament, I screamed as my body changes into a beautiful dangerous white wolf, now I'm possessed, I bumped out of the window into the woods, you could guess what my game is, it's hunting, hunting for the dark shadow I don't know of, taking a race after a prey I can't even get in touch with, this is what happens every year, This is the calamity I faced, No my parents fa

It was only during the night as I sat by the fireplace feeling the warmth of the cinders, I would truly feel free of all shackles. This was why I was nicknamed Cinderella by everybody around me but Mary would say, “Just because you are called Cinderella does not mean you will marry some prince charming. You are just a cinder; a piece of burnt coal which needs to be disposed off to some waiter washing dishes at Four Seasons”

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

I walk over to the table. “Can I help,” I ask. One of the witches turns and smiles at me. “Of course Alpha Simon.” She says warmly, “my name is Cassandra but everyone calls me Cas.” Her hair is cherry red against her ivory skin. Her eyes are green like the color of algae. She is maybe sixteen. She point to her friend. “This is Cilie she doesn’t talk much,” The girl lifts her head and smiles at me. Shock runs through my body. She has a scar going down the side of her face. She is only about nine, maybe ten. Who did that to her?

I'm in Disneyland, though I have never been there. A Blue Jay roamed around me, and I followed it as it flew in the direction of the woman in the center. The birds land on her elegant finger as it chirps. I study the woman gets every detail while I admire her beauty. She sat, to her side, showing her womanly posture. Her skin is light like porcelain, and her hair is as dark as mine but more vibrant and long almost to the floor - Rapunzel's hair. Flowers were decorating her hair as butterflies flew around it, making her appear more like a Goddess than a queen. Compared to my hair, I wish I would ask what kind of shampoos she uses to keep her hair so healthy and smooth. Her dress is unique as