Rapunzel Futa Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

Rapunzel ran her fingers over the braid that hung over her shoulder. “It is a lot of hair,” Liam agreed. “We could cut it off at your feet and it still would be very long.” “And hair grows back,” I added. Rapunzel looked at Liam. “It’s magical,” she told him uncertainly. “Cutting it might not be a good idea.” “Can it not be cut?” I asked her frowning. “Does it blunt blades?” “Oh no,” she shook her head. “Gerveine cuts it all the time, but cutting it causes it to grow. You take a foot, and it grows two. Why else do you think it’s so long? This is more than the growth possible in nineteen years of life.”

“And how do we know you won’t change your mind?” The distrust sliced deeper than I expected. I forced my voice calm. “In two weeks, I’ll be gone. Out of the country. You’ll never see me again.” There was a pause. Then, quiet satisfaction on the other end. “Good girl.” I hung up, my chest burning. I once was the family’s little princess. Until they brought Elena home. Elena.——The daughter who had been stolen as a child, only to be found years later. Broken. Fragile. Perfect for their guilt to cling to.

“I read them all the time. You’re the Princess who’s locked up in a tower by the bad guys! A monster blocks your exit and you can’t leave. So you sing, your voice going to the far distance and a handsome Knight hears it! He wants to find you and marry you so he fights the monster and rescues you. Then you two fall in love and get married and have kids-” “I’m not in a tower and there are no monsters keeping me captive!” Halsey laughs. She’s amused by the girl’s wild imagination. But Jo is adamant. “You were at that pool where the monster resides!” Jo states. “And you sing. You’re a Princess. Just like…Rapunzel!” “I don’t have the hair,” Halsey jokes. “And you have a wild imagination!” Jo puff

"They are called Capall Blath in the fae tongue, or the Flower Horse." "I have to get me one of these beauties." She crooned. She stepped toward them, and the stable master threw up her hands. "Don't!" Bailey stopped, looking at the elf woman. "While it wouldn't mean much to me if a Halfling kitten got herself hurt, these animals are worth more than your weight in gold. I would hate to have the Prince put one down for maiming his bed partner." "Why would they hurt me?" The elf laughed, harshly. "If you've forgotten, you seem to be awash in blood, Halfling. That happens to be their favorite meal."

"These are the latest seasonal gowns, flown in from Milan. The young master said you like red, so he ordered the entire collection." "And these bags..." Sophia finally held up a hand. "Look at this room. Is there any space left?" The maids exchanged glances. One of them immediately pressed her earpiece and whispered, "Young master, Miss Sophia says the room is too small." Sophia deadpanned, "...That's not what I meant." The maid replied earnestly, "The young master's orders were to spend without limit." Sophia pressed her hand to her forehead. "Does your young master usually throw money away like this?"