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Emilia grasped her hands and began desperately, "W-We shared t-those meals with plastic toys at Mc Donalds on fridays and sometimes watched movies about princesses w-with the longest hair all night without sleeping a minute- what was her name again?" Rapunzel. As a kid, she had fantasized of being her and that her actual parents were the king and the queen who would take her away from the wretched poverty. But then again, her mother was no witch, quite opposite in fact who had given her all the freedom in the world and that had upset Marilyn. She didn't like the feeling of guilt. "No!" Marilyn shouted suddenly, her eyes fluttering open. She couldn't take it anymore- she couldn't hurt her mum

I raised a brow not ready to start a battle this early, “it’s a pleasure to meet you to, mother Gothel.” Her brows creased in solid anger but held out a forced smile, she let out a wicked sigh heading to the cushion, “oh... Rapunzel, why didn’t you lay down your hair? I heard your knight in shining armor displayed a dramatic stunt while trying to help you and now you have the guts to lay down in bed like he didn’t just risk his life for you.” Her tone became harsher each minute words escaped her mouth, but I wasn’t going to let her have the last laugh.

staring at her, I ask, her eyes glued to the sky. "Um—" she twitches her lips. "I loved the way Flynn looks at Rapunzel. It's so strange that she didn't even notice it most of the time", she says. "I heard this in a series once. That when a guy looks at a girl, everyone notices that except the girl" My lips slightly widen at her gorgeous eyes sparkling at the sky. And I can't take my eyes away from her. She's something I can't even describe in words.

I was not surprised to see that he stayed on the same page the entire time I wielded the comb, only resuming actively reading once I began my own hair, moving back to his seat by the window. I checked on my fairy man, lifting the lid of the chest, and he fluttered free, wheeling pirouettes around my head. “Oh, wonderful!” I was pleased for him. “I am so glad you see you’re feeling better.” The seed must have done the trick, I thought, whatever magic it had contained. He came to settle on my shoulder, chatting happily into my ear. “I really wish I could understand you,” I told him. “He’s happy he can fly again,” Rivyn was watching us with an expression on his face that I could not put a name

She pointed her perfectly manicured fingers to me. I rolled my eyes not caring if she saw me or not. It's not like I wanted to see her obnoxious friends. Whoops, she saw me roll my eyes. She gave me a killer glare and grabbed my hair in her fist. "I'm not joking, if you ruin this night for me, I'm going to make sure you see hell" she let me go when she felt I understood. I stood there and touched the place she yanked. That moment I wondered how Rapunzel survived every time the witch climbed her hair.

Tamara… I froze, heart hammering. My breath fogged in the cool air. I spun, scanning the trees. Nothing. Just shadows stretching long and thin. I stumbled back, pulse racing. “It’s nothing. Just my imagination.” But the voice lingered, curling around me like smoke. Hours later, I returned to the cabin. Kat called me from outside, standing in the clearing with her arms crossed. “Rapunzel,” she said, smirking faintly. “Time to spar. Don’t let that hair get in your way.”

I was so lost, freaking lost, that I lost track of what was happening around me, even when something banged beside me. All that mattered, and still lingered, demanding, was the effect of his touch, the way my body responded, having desires of its own. His arms trailed dangerously to my thigh, parting it slightly. His fingers barely slipped into my undergarment when a loud, satisfied growl slipped through his throat. “You are mine…” he declared sharply and firmly, golden eyes blazing into mine, a sharp contrast from his earlier sky-blue shade. I winced backward in fear at the realization that his wolf was dangerously coming to the surface. But my movement only made his groan deepen, and his a

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"Of course." His hand lingered at my neck, thumb grazing the necklace. The leash. But under the weight of his touch, a spark burned low in my chest 🔥. Because for the first time, I wasn’t only surviving. I was plotting. Tiny. Quiet. Invisible. But it was there. And if Andrew had seen through me so easily… maybe, just maybe, the world outside these walls wasn’t as blind as Arrow thought. --- ✅ Chapter 20 closes here: Palmer removes the necklace (her first tiny act of rebellion).