Corona Rapunzel Novels & Stories

“Rapunzel flowers.” Marek nods once. “Camoanula Rapunculus. Also known as the Rapunzel flower. He plucked a handful, and the moment he did, the bush withered. It just died right there. It startled him, so he ran. He brought the flowers home and ground them into his Luna’s tea.” “And it worked?” “Better than anything ever had. She drank it once, and the illness stopped. Her strength returned. Her pregnancy stabilized. When the pup was born, she had the thickest hair anyone had ever seen—long, golden-blonde, with streaks of red like firelight.”

There was a vein on her forehead that began to bulge and the woman looked as if she were about to explode. I started to step away from her, “Who in the world do you think I am?” “You are Isabella! Ella! Cinderella! The bitch who made my life hell! So, I am returning the favor!” Just then she wrapped her hand around my throat and threw me into the wall that I had recently had her back pinned to. She grunted before she asked “How else do you explain not dying when those rats showed up in your shed?! You are Isabella reincarnated so you are immune to the damn illness!” She was the one to put the rats in the shed that she threw me in.

Her elegance was making the mirror to go Aww . Her beautiful doe like eyes were adorned with some glamorous liner. The peach tinted lips and her plump cheeks making her face looks like a miracle. Her long hair Cascade down to her lower back . She was looking like a Rapunzel. Haris's Rapunzel. She was busy in admiring her self. Her dramatic nature was lost somewhere today. She wants to feel the love embrace today. She wants to look something more than good today . For him . She was just busy in adoring her beauty when Harus entered the room .

Her eyes trail from his closed eyes to his sharp chins and then stick to his lips. His grip grows tighter around her and she lets it squeeze her towards him. "You're supposed to free me now," she calls out in her mind but wishing from her heart only for it to last longer. But a mist wind blows and Reza lets her grip free. He steps back and sneezes. "You have an allergy to Sharon? she asks, looking at flowers in her hands. Her vision at white Sharon flowers in hand merges with flowers on branches. "Beautiful isn't it," comes a voice from beside her.

Try and take it from us. When it was over, sweat cooling and lungs burning, Eirwen kept her eyes on the city—daring it to punish her for wanting, for claiming, for refusing to kneel. She didn’t have to wait long. Her phone buzzed—a warning, a summons. She lay bare against Domenik’s chest as Talia’s voice cut through, harsh and scared. “Don’t shoot the messenger. We lost Raul. Hit at his bar—arson, then a bullet. They left a message: ‘Your queen makes you weak.’”

Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps. He never saw it coming. The girl who had always been so meek, the one who clawed her way up from the slums, the real deal heiress, was showing her true colors then, all teeth and claws. "50 million? In your dreams! Who do you think you are?" "Dreams are optional." I whipped out my phone, the screen showing a ticking countdown to send. "This is Rosa's health report. It says her kidneys are in perfect health, and that the whole sick act was just a con to snag my kidney.

And then, to my amazement, she lifted her chin and looked almost pleased with herself, the way a person looks when they think they hold a clever card. "They are with Marianne," she said. "And before you raise your voice at me again in my own room, you will hear why, because there is nothing wrong in it." She folded her hands. "It was a wager. A bit of fun between old friends. Marianne wagered me that the new Luna would never part with so much as a single piece of her precious dowry, not even to her own husband's mother. I said she would. I said Ravena had too much sense and too much grace to cling to a few trinkets when the senior woman of the house asked. So we made it a proper bet, the way

Not yet. Before I can ask, Ronan's radio sounds. He steps outside. Returns in ninety seconds. Sets something on the table. A sealed envelope. The wolf-and-crown symbol stamped into the wax on the back. No address. No name. Just the symbol. Inside, one page. Clean handwriting. Unhurried. Eight words. The half-blood princess will not reach the crown.

Rue Rue limped to the door, a mischievous smile on her face. Ginny came over to the study and caught my face. I could not tell if she was confused or shocked but she pretended not to see me and hurried her sister out with her. Was she old enough to know who I really was? Had she come across description or pictures of the AWOL witch? Rue Rue wasn’t going to keep quiet about meeting me either. The first thing she said when I heard Connor (and maybe Liam?) entered was “I met Rapunzel!” “I told her not to but she sneaked in Uncle Connor’s study when I was sleeping!” Ginny added.

“I don’t know. I don’t have any proof regarding that but golden wolves are too rare to be found. Our ancestors used to say that those wolves were magical.” “Magical?” “Yes! Do you know the story of Rapunzel?”, She asked, to which I quickly nodded my head. “Well, Rapunzel's mother was not the only one who had drank the medicine made up of those magical flowers. At the same time, one of the Luna in that period was terribly sick and she had drunk the same medicine during her pregnancy and then the pup born from her had the first golden wolf. And that wolf had the power to heal others.”