Indian Rapunzel Novels & Stories

If Hazel did not approve me, I would not be allowed to enter the club ever again. “Now, remember, Hazel’s strict. She likes to make sure that the woman she lets in are of high-class caliber which means she’ll likely test your knowledge on the things that interests her: fashion, horses, vacation homes, anything. Just keep calm and remember everything we rehearsed,” Rue said. We’d stayed up all night going over my answers and researching Hazel. Her history was impressive. It made my small background seem shameful, but Rue had told me to remember whose daughter I was. I was every bit a Robert just as my stepsisters.

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.

Akshara was dressed in a white gown on purpose with a red hood cloak to cover her from being caught. Karen questioned about her dress of white and red combination and she replied, “Recreation of the fairy tale” Karen, puzzled by her reply and asked her, “What recreation?” Akshara replied, “I am recreating the Red Riding Hood. Karen, do not ask me about the wolf… Because I believe werewolves are fantasy creatures. They don’t exist.” Karen furrowed his eyebrows and took Akshara to the highest point of the mountain named, Andhar. Andhar is a mountain of series of waterfalls; all the waterfalls collided to form the river named Fairy Tears which runs into the heart of BlackIris forest.

The jhumka (kind of earrings), Pola Shankha, Ioha - The Marital Bangles ( Another set of bangles, called the Ioha, which are made of iron, are also worn and considered to be auspicious). One by one, Ratanchur - The Traditional Hand Trinket (Also referred to as a Haath Phool, a Ratanchur is a hand and ring chain that further embellishes a Bengali bride’s hands), Chic - The Elegant Choker (Chic is a broad bridal gold choker and is a Bengali bridal must-have). Clara helped her put the Nupur - The Signature Anklet (A Nupur is made of silver with Kundan stones set into the chain).

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.

Just then I knew exactly who she was, she the famous mad woman that everyone has been talking about, the one rumored to have Rapunzel's hair. " No, it can't be. Our mate cannot be a mad woman, the moon goddess must be playing a prank on me" I say, my voice agitated. I have read books about werewolves who got unwanted mates but I had just attributed them to books. This wasn't happening, I mate to a mad woman? impossible, even ZANE from THE ALPHA'S SLAVE MATE by DIAMONDLEE had a better mate, I would kill for a slave mate right about now, even if she is blind, I don't mind.

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.