Rapunzel Original Story Novels & Stories

The nuances of my new sense of smell was going to take some getting used to. A girl about my age rounded the staircase, looking up at me. "Hello, Rapunzel. Decide to descend the tower on your own?" "Rapunzel?" I touched my hair. It wasn't even that long. "Well yeah. You've been stuck up in your tower for ages." She grinned. "Only the classic stories here, love." "Maybe she's more like Red Riding Hood, waiting for the big bad wolf to gobble her up." Rhys appeared next to the girl, and I blinked.

“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?”

Her hair—that hair, so long and silky. I didn’t even know I had a thing for long hair, but since the day I saw her hair down, I never wanted to see it tied up again. Who was that fairy tale princess with the really long hair? Rapunzel. She lived in a tower and the prince would sneak in at night to see her by using her hair as a rope. I grinned. I ran my finger from the root of her hair, the root of her hair... is red? Was her true hair color red? Why would she cover it up with black? Not that it didn’t look beautiful, but I imagined that red hair would better suit her fair complexion.