Rapunzel Hair Cutting Novels & Stories

What they didn't know is that I have enjoyed fantasizing about them for years. Colleen is the oldest of the three of us. Over her teenage years, she had often clashed with our parents. At sixteen, she had gotten a seriously short haircut and had gone through a rainbow of different hair colors. The entire family had been shocked at first. Colleen had beautiful, long brown hair almost to her waist before that first drastic buzz cut. It had been an act of rebellion, aimed at our mother. In that regard, it had been a success. Mom wept openly when she saw what Colleen had done to her beautiful hair.

Tension coiled through her, branching out from her skull, down her spine and spreading through her body until she was completely frozen under the King’s touch. “You’ve missed your hair. Change it back.” When she didn’t answer, William twisted his fingers tugging at her roots with a threat to do more. “Change. It. Back.” “I can’t.” She barely stopped a whimper from escaping. “I cut my hair to make the transformation easier, and this is my normal hair colour without the dye.”

“So, what’s so urgent and discreet that you had to kidnap me here?” She’s grinning even more now, counting her steps from the door as I watch her come in. She starts to twirl her hair around her fingers, making a very curious face as she pouts, “I tried cutting it many times, and each time I did, I broke the scissors, smashed the blades, and shattered the axes.” Wait- what? Axes too?! I give a weak laugh as I entertain her, “Each time I cut it successfully, it grew back thrice its former length. I gave up a long time ago since the children love to fuss about it, and my mate says I look ethereal.”

And moreover the princess’s vigor had change only because of an… haircut? “Huh, is it by reason…” Wren leaned forward as her emotionless face shone more brighter then raised her hand on her bald head. “I cut my hair?... indeed. I'd change in appearance...” she softly uttered as she slightly tilt her head gazing at them in a haunting way. They all looked down just after staring at the princess’s face in fear. Is this the way of her grieving over the Divine Humane of strength?! But she looked different entirely!

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.”

The silence between them stretched out, causing her to become increasingly nervous. She moved her floor length brown hair back over her shoulder, carefully unravelling it from the twisted plat with her fingers. Michael raised an eyebrow as she did, the length increasing. Elika removed all the knots with her fingers, sighing as the task was both long and tiring. Michael shook his head, shocked by the length of her hair. “We are going to have to cut that, it is too long.” The princess’ violet eyes widened, her breath catching slightly. She stared at her uncle’s comrade, confusion coating her tone. “What?”

She breaks into tears, immediately snuggling into much as she sobs and sobs, holding me tightly. "I'm feeling so awful. You know I have never cut my hair above the waist since I was ten. It sucks so much. I loved them so much. I loved styling them, and caring for them" I kiss her head, closing my eyes as I listen to her sobbing. She definitely didn't speak to anyone and kept this smile on. "You know I used to picture us as Flynn and Rapunzel since we watched the movie in that theatre. That was so like us. It's not the same anymore"

Zayle was a mess as he cried, trying to fight the chains holding him back. Turning, I took a deep breath. Shrugging off my coat, I dropped it onto the floor next to me. I looked at one of the knights and smiled at him. “Will you do me a favor?” He looked nervously at me. Pulling my hair out of my pony tail, I leaned forward and pulled it tight as close to my head as I could. “Do you mind cutting this with your sword? I don’t have any scissors.” The knight took a moment before unsheathing his sword and the sound of my hair getting chopped filled the silence. Dropping it on the floor, I ruffled my now short hair.

Grandma shouted. "Okay, okay! This is my time to shine! I will carry her!!" Kenneth intervened and passed through these two guys. He lifted me like a bride and no one dared to oppose. Neil and Kit were left with their heads down and I heard Grandma's scolding them. I wasn't able to hear everything because Kenneth brought me out of the hut and we went to the clinic. "Want me to cut your hair short, Rapunzel?" Kenneth smirked so I glared at him. This is no time for a joke!

She brought out the hair brush and her hair products that took up all the space on the dressing table. She brushed her hair ,and contemplated about dyeing her hair some pretty bright color. Like orange or fiery pink. "Hana and Emily could probably help" She just hoped that it wouldn't be a disaster. There once a time when they tried getting the famous ' wolf cut ' that was going viral online and yes, it was a total catastrophe. They had to cut their waist long hair to a short Bob. She smiled at the memories. When they were still silly little ladies trying out different things. Things that looked hilarious now ,when one was thinking back to the days.