Rapunzel Futa Novels & Stories

“To bonds that hold us strong, and to the future we build together.” Cups lifted. Voices rang out. “To the future!” Elara stood with the rest, her goblet raised, though her throat was tight. The wine shimmered dark as blood in the torchlight. All around, eyes darted toward her—assessing, measuring. Every noble wanted to see how the princess greeted the sons of Ironfang. Every whispered rumor already had her bound to one of them. Her wolf stirred uneasily, claws raking at her chest. The scent of Kieran’s smug confidence on her left made her want to bare her teeth. On her right, at a distance, the quiet gravity of Darius pulled at her like the moon itself.

I finished swallowing the slump that had formed in my throat. And she truly was with her long silky fur that looked like something out of a fairy tale, all golden and sun-kissed. Rumpelstiltskin couldn't have spun more beautiful gold! She was dainty like Kayla, but the muscles in her legs showed just how much power she was hiding! Her eyes glistened like ambers complementing the surprising gold of her mane, making her look beyond incredible.

he says and silence falls between us until finally Vincent mutters from the other side of the line. "What the hell!" fumes, half sleepy." What time is it?" I let my eyes wander to the watch on my wrist and whistle. "More than waking time, Cinderella." "Rapunzel." I look up at Midnight. "As?" "The right princess is Rapunzel, not Cinderella."speaks, the tone almost condescending. I crack a smile. "And you know so much about princesses..." He holds up his middle finger and snarls half a dozen curses.

“How long have you been working on this little stunt?” Lucifer’s grin was slow and sickening. “You have no idea the lengths I’ve gone. What I had to trade to get the blueprint to this… place.” His eyes swept over the tower. “What were you thinking? Rapunzel? Really? Hiding out in a tower like some lost fairytale?”

Rapunzel was my favorite fairy tale in childhood. Part of my stupid innocence believed that there was nothing more beautiful than waiting for years until true love was able to find me. On the long-awaited day, I would certainly be combing my hair in front of a mirror adorned with ivory, and when my prince reached me in the highest tower of a forgotten castle, his golden hair would shine with the purest gold color. He would save me from that incessant wait and, taking me in his arms with all the care with which a flower is harvested, he would gallop us on his white horse among the endless lawns and plains.

[ Carrie: Evie Carrie: Im buying the ticket for u Carrie: I dont care u're comin or not, im buyinggggg for u bitch! Lydia: And im gonna match us all anyway! Lydia: We're gonna drag u outta that damn castle, Rapunzel! Carrie: Yeah!!! Carrie: Even if u've cut ur hair! Lydia: We'll kill the witch if we have to! Carrie: Augustine's a guy, idiot

because of her beauty. I was 18 years old when I came to Utopia. They say I have a beautiful physique. My height at that time was 184 cm, my hair was blonde and shiny like gold. And because of taekwondo and other sports that I keep doing, I have a fit and muscular body. I even got an eight-pack in my belly.

She continued shoving fries in her mouth. "Let's think about this logically, what do the words 'Heart, Rapunzel, and Kill' have in common?" She asked nonchalantly. The weird fetish of a certain Fallen Angel is what I wanted to say but chose not to. "I don't know. Unless they wrote a whole new fairytale about Rapunzel being a killer and stabbing people until their hearts stopped beating and they died, then this makes no sense!" I exclaimed, letting out an angry huff. I could feel my face turn red from stress and I hated it.

Mira, as his drama partner, often seems to make mistakes. "Wow, Mr. Jason is the prince of the branch office, isn't he!" whispered Wenny while laughing. Ilona also smiled when she saw him. Drama practice at the office was really exciting and fun. This drama adaptation of a mixed fairy tale has a hilarious storyline. Different from the usual story, the character of Cinderpunzel is a girl with long golden hair with a kind heart who is incapable of doing all the housework. Whatever her stepmother and older siblings ordered, she always made a mess.

The once blonde hair shedding itself off into a golden, longer version that was almost similar to Rapunzel’s. “Lena is the treasure?” I whispered, a sharp breath escaping my lips.