Indian Rapunzel Novels & Stories

Liam nodded. “We will need to leave early, not long after dawn,” Aien added. “Meet me at the stables at dawn then.” Aien’s attention wandered to the high table. Akyran had risen from his seat, preparing to leave the hall. “Excuse me,” Aien muttered under his breath and hurried across the hall to intercept him. “Is there anything else that you can tell me about the lady and the witch?” Liam asked, drawing my attention back to him. “Only that her name is Rapunzel, and her hair is magical,” I replied, my eyes returning to Aien, who was in an intense conversation with Akyran.

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.

she grumbled. "I think you are looking at it wrong. In fact I have always thought you looked at it all wrong even when we were kids, it amazed me that you couldn't see how strong Cinderella was in running a house doing all the chores, multitasking the shit out of life, not letting bullies drag her down and still showing her true nature to win the Prince. What a powerful, self-assured young woman she was. Rapunzel grew up alone in a tower and kept her mental health steady not going mad at isolation many a man has gone insane without human contact but not her she kept herself sane and when her freedom came she stepped out into a world she knew nothing about with her head held high and loved bl

Mother Gothel. Of course, it wasn’t her real name, but the nickname I’d given her long ago. I’d just watched Rapunzel and in a way, I felt like her. Just the short-haired version while my stepmother was just like the witch who caged Rapunzel in a tower. She stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. Her presence was just as suffocating as I remembered. Dressed in a pristine blouse and pencil skirt, she exuded the same cold, calculated authority that had haunted my childhood. Her perfectly styled hair was pulled back in a bun, not a single strand out of place.

After finishing my breakfast Julia aunty asked me to take a showered and I obeyed her, she had arranged several Indian dresses and sarees for me in wardrobe from which I pulled out one dress and placed it on edge of bed , once done I made my way to bathroom and lazily got out of my last night clothes, I hopped in shower room and turned shower tap to let my body feel relaxed with Lukewarm water, I took shampoo and started washing my hairs, once I was done I took soap gel on loofa and gently started cleaning my body when suddenly I felt two hand snaking around my waist from behind, I panicked and turned to see who it was ‘Night mare’ My sub conscious replied and only word that left my mouth wa

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 .

She looks at Buppig and I swear she gives him an amused smile. “What is this one’s name?” She asks me. “This is Buppig, the leprechaun. He’s my guide and teacher. And this is Hyacinth, the sprite and Buppig’s mate.” “Teacher or scholar?” She asks, her eyes not leaving Buppig. He’s beginning to squirm under her scrutiny after his outburst.

He helped Nichelle completing the puzzle with his instinct. "Who is she?" Stefan found himself asking. This girl had ridiculously long hair. Half of the pieces were about her gold hair. It was annoying. "You don't know? She is Rapunzel. The witch has trapped her in a tower. She is not allowed to go out or meet anyone. But one day the prince climbs up the tower and falls in love with her. He rescues her and they live happily ever after," she narrated the story to him. "She is like me. I am also not allowed to go out. I wonder where my prince is," her shoulders slumped as she sighed. Her statement caused an ache to push against his chest. Her prince was no more.

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!

Indra shakes her head. Rana's thinks for a while. "Very well... I agree to your wish. But then you will not touch Cain – forever." "Absolutely. Then we agree." Indra nods. Rana hurriedly rises from her seat. "You can borrow Siberia," she says loudly. Vimar and Brage flinch in surprise from her sudden outburst. No one has said anything during the duration of the meal. Rana turns around and all three’s jaws come unhinged by the sight. As beautiful and enchanted as she is from the front, she’s just as grotesque from behind. The Mistress of the forest back is a hollowed-out tree trunk and a long goblin like tail trails behind her.