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You don’t know who Rapunzel is? No. She is a princess that is kept locked up in a tower. I will have to get you the book. Ok. How is the party? Boring. It would be much better with you by my side. As soon as Dylan is Alpha. Until then... Logan snapped a picture of himself and sent it to her. She replied with a picture of herself. You are absolutely beautiful. He said. You are making me blush. Logan smiled. Good. He text her.

Even though he's covered with beard, I can still clearly see that he's smirking. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Harley." A woman who's wearing black shorts and a black tube bra with black boots walks closer to me. The color of her lips is also black but still managed to look good, with her white porcelain skin. She looks like a goth, a gorgeous one to be exact. "Well, well, well. If it isn't mother Gothel, so where's Rapunzel?" I mimicked her, I just added Rapunzel in my statement.

"is that okay?" It took a while before she nodded. "If it's a yes, then you can nod, then if it's a no, you just have to shake her head, yeah?" She nodded again, and I sighed before thinking of what to say. "You know . You kind of look like this Princess called Rapunzel… she has a long hair pretty much like yours. But since calling you Rapunzel is quite weird, is it okay if I just call you Princess.. " She suddenly glanced up and stared at me in shock, light in her eyes .

He helped Nichelle completing the puzzle with his instinct. "Who is she?" Stefan found himself asking. This girl had ridiculously long hair. Half of the pieces were about her gold hair. It was annoying. "You don't know? She is Rapunzel. The witch has trapped her in a tower. She is not allowed to go out or meet anyone. But one day the prince climbs up the tower and falls in love with her. He rescues her and they live happily ever after," she narrated the story to him. "She is like me. I am also not allowed to go out. I wonder where my prince is," her shoulders slumped as she sighed. Her statement caused an ache to push against his chest. Her prince was no more.

he teased, sitting in between my feet. "Okay, any preferences?" I probed, letting his hair fall from his man bun to just above his shoulders. "You know, you kind of look like Flynn Rider from Tangled with this hair," I smirked. "I don't know the different plaits so you just do whatever you want," separating his hair into three I began to plait his hair. "So if I look like Flynn Rider then does that make you Rapunzel, princess?" Gasping my mouth fell open, "you are such a flirt," my cheeks once again sporting a red hue.

A man who turns out to be the neighbour and Elody's grandfather smiles at me. "Can I paint your nails please?" Elody appears beside me, tugging at my hand and undoing a bottle of blue varnish as she leads me into the living room, so it's clearly more of an instruction than a question. "Jasmine has blue nails." "I'm Ariel, Leanna's Rapunzel, Kim's Sleeping Beauty, everyone's a disney princess at the moment." Aurora drops into the seat beside me, showing me her roughly painted green nails. "What about the boys? Who're Luke and Shane?" I ask Elody who forms and thinks for a minute.

My toes got curled and I giggled. “But Flynn Rider wasn't a prince,” he said. “He does become a prince upon his marriage to Rapunzel, the princess of corona,” I clarified. He nodded, still smiling and I continued. “Their love at first sight was so mind-blowing that I tend to wish for something like that. Something magical,” I said with a day-dreaming expression. “That's for Cinderella story. There was no love at first sight in Tangled,” he corrected and my eyes flashed with surprise.

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

He dragged my hands with force and moved me to the large table setting when I saw her, the Princess. She was really beautiful and she picked on her food nicely. She had long beautiful Rapunzel-like hair and her ash eyes blinked at me when I walked in. Her blue strapless gown hugged her body perfectly and she smiled at me and I realized how wrong I was, Aiden's sister is breathtaking. She should be eighteen if I'm not mistaken. I looked around again and saw another replica of Aiden, damn! He was beautiful too, a soft replica copy of Aiden. That should be his brother, blue dyed hair with piercings on his lips and nose. His white polo gave him a sparkling look and he raised those similar gray e

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.