Novel & Cerita Elsa Coronation Rapunzel

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door. I stepped inside the living room. the house was dark as all the lights were turned off. "I knew you wouldn't resist coming to your own funer

“But that is common knowledge, Evan. Man… So that’s why you kept calling Cali Rapunzel?” “Yes,” replied Evan. They have their backs on me, looking at a portrait of my cousin in a red dress. She looks alive and carefree in that portrait, dancing with her eyes closed. “I kept calling her Rapunzel because I thought she’s the one who left that glass slipper.” Devin clutched his stomach, roaring with laughter. Evan groaned. “How do you expect me to know the difference between Rapunzel and Cinderella? If you so much as tell this story to Klaus, I will strangle you!”

He always felt the lot of the next Alpha could fall on either of the two. ***** The next morning, Madame Hornet called her five girls and explained to them their duties. She owned a brothel where rich and prominent men from far and wide came for relaxation and enjoyment of all sorts. As Elsa rightly guessed, she had the most beautiful voice and a pretty face. She seemed all nice to her customers but this woman was the complete opposite to her girls. She screamed at the slightest provocation and how fustrating she could be. Madame Hornet sang some of her beautiful songs twice in a week and it was often crowded on those days. Aside from other services rendered, she was a great cook and that wa

Elisa stood poised, her second outfit a stunning ensemble of silk and velvet, expertly crafted by Madame Aria, the royal dresser. The coronation ceremony continued, with the pack's elders and dignitaries gathered to witness Elisa's ascension. Meanwhile, maids bustled about, packing Elisa's belongings into her new chambers, adorned with the Alpha's crest. Elijah strode into the room, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Isn't this nice?" he said, chuckling.

"Something on your mind, Charlie?" He nodded his head as a response, looking at the floor with his arms crossed. Ella sat silently, not wanting to press him any further. After some minutes of silence between them, the Prince finally lifted his head to look at her and told her "I want to make you my Queen, Ella."

“It’s not so much help, but maybe something that you have come across before. After all, you have many wolves in your pack, yes?” He nods his head. “Come inside. Corina is waiting for us.” Elsa takes my hand as we follow Vella inside. He leads us past many rooms until he stops outside one door. He looks at Elsa. “This may not go the way you want it too. Do you understand?” She nods her head and he carefully opens the door. Corina had long dark hair just like Elsa’s. But she was tall and muscular instead of small like Elsa. She wasn’t a wolf either. She was Lycan!

said a sweet voice. She tried to open her eyes to see whoever it was. She saw a beautiful woman in a white long dress with a wreath of beautiful flowers in her head. "A-are y-you... " she asked stuttering can barely speak. "... a diwata!" she answered and smiled sweetly. "D-diwata?" she asked almost a whisper. "Yes, I am the Queen of fairies," still giving her the sweetest smile. Andrea just smiled at her and closed her eyes. She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds.

Chapter 24 Lila on the other hand, had my late mother’s soft peaceful hazel eyes and sun-coloured hair which seemed to glow in the light. Her hair keeps growing longer by the day which has made me give her the nickname Rapunzel – after her favourite cartoon character. She loved to play with it and would often scatter the strands all over her face after it had been freshly styled. “You know I love you very much right?” Liam said, causing me to look at him. My cheeks grew red hot with smiles as I beamed.

“My gorgeous, flawless, expensive hair! Scattered across the bed were my makeup products—smashed, smeared, desecrated! She had drugged me, chopped off my hair, and defiled my face like some sort of pint-sized saboteur!” Elsa jabbed a trembling finger at her cheek, where remnants of glitter still clung, and then pivoted her glare toward Ava. I stared at her, stunned. “What!?” I blurted, choking on laughter. “Oh, gods, Elsa, I’m so sorry. I promise, I’ll talk to her, really. I'll reprimand her for ut.” But Elsa wasn’t having it. “No!” she shrieked. “I want justice! I want to punish her myself. Hand her over—now!”