Rapunzel Cassandra Novels & Stories

I’ve been working for Beta Trevor for three years. Over that time, I’ve created spells and potions to keep his daughter, Gwen, out of trouble and keep his Alpha, Alpha Carter, unaware of what his daughter is really doing. Beta Trevor wants her to be the next Beta and if his Alpha knew what a conniving, manipulative, abusive person she was, he’d either demote her or more likely, he’d banish her from their pack.

He's already not mentally okay and this is the second time he was hit in the head in just five minutes. EXTRA: Jeremy: *drunk* A-boy is pretty. He looks like Rapunzel. Jake: *piss-drunk and confused* But Aiden doesn't wear a dress. Jeremy: Hehe, let's make him a dress Jake: Hehe, AIDEN! TODAY YOU WILL BE RAPUNZEL! Aiden who a week ago woke up with makeup on his face, a red wig, and called Ariel for a whole day: I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO!!!

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

“Yes.” “Very well, Luna,” said Darlena. “I’ll bring her to your private sitting room.” Cassandra watched Darlena leave, frowning slightly. She had a faintly unsettled feeling, but she wasn't sure that the visit would have any negative consequences. Lady Katriel, Cassandra thought. The daughter of the Westervale family, known as the Spoiled Princess. Why does she want to see me? *

] [And when you faked those injuries and fainted to get my sympathy, I played along, didn't I? His fingers paused over the screen, then he added: [The necklace. I didn't lend you the money because you had the wrong one. Your mother's real necklace was with a private collector in London. The one Isabella bought was a fake.] [I have the real one now.] The messages went out, one after another, meeting only silence. Vincent rubbed his temples and sent one more: [You burned down the mansion. If you're still not satisfied, do you want to burn another one?]

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.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

« Cyrus, I guess that you brought something that belonged to her. We need to find Cassandra. » « Who’s Cassandra? » I inquired. « Did you forget? She is his fiancé. She went missing for a couple of days, » replied Edward. « Thank you for helping us, » said Cyrus. Cyrus took a normal necklace from his pocket and gave it to me. I examined it, it was normal in its appearance, but it was enchanted. I liked it from the first sight. I don’t like extravagant things too. Cassandra must be a mage; this is some high staff magic. I pulled a chair that was empty in the corner of the room and sat down. I closed my eyes and focused on the necklace.

But what surprised me even more was why he was doing all this insanity and why his mate was begging for my mercy. “This right here,” he started, pointing at Cassandra while grabbing a pendant-size jar. “Is…” He stopped, popping open the jar with a wicked smile. “Who do you think she is, huh?” My eyeballs almost dropped when I saw dark purple liquid inside that jar. Wolfsbane.