Rapunzel Read Aloud Novels & Stories

He taunted me changing the subject. "I'm not a child I'm 20, I'm an adult." I defended myself angrily. He insisted anyways. "Alright, well let me grab some clothes for you from my room." He ran towards his room and as he returned he gave me black trouser and sweat shirt to changed into. I scoffed at him and went to my room so I could change my dress and that was the first time I looked at myself in the mirror today. My hair looked decent with natural curls at the end of my hair. My face looked pale because of the nervousness I been hiding since this morning. I took a sharp breath and left my room.

I ruffled her hair slightly and continued, “go on and make your pick. I’ll get some snacks and join you.” When I returned to the living room, Isla was already setting up the space. “Naomi! You’re finally free!” she squealed, jumping up and down. “I’m free,” I confirmed, smiling genuinely now. This was the easy, uncomplicated part of my life. “Which one is it tonight, Izzy? Tangled or Moana?” I asked as I carefully set down the loads of junk I had brought from the pantry. “Tangled!” she declared, holding up the DVD triumphantly. “I love Rapunzel because she has really long hair.” She added dreamily.

anniversary, holding the book we had made the year she turned three: a hardcover picture book titled The Warrior Queen and Her Dragon Daddy. It has illustrations of me bald and fierce in a hospital bed, Killian with a shaved head reading children’s books to my belly, Aurora tiny in an incubator with a cape. The last page shows the three of us on the swing under this very tree, the words: And they lived bravely ever after. Rory reads it aloud in her dramatic five-year-old voice, complete with sound effects. When she gets to the part where “the dragon daddy burned the bad contracts,” Killian pretends to breathe fire and all the kids lose their minds.

I smile, remembering just how crazy that day had been. I vividly remember waking up with someone yelling, ‘Rapunzel, let down your hair' through a megaphone. It took me more than thirty minutes to realize that I'm Rapunzel and when I finally let down ‘my hair' which was a rope placed at the highest floor of the pack house, my father climbed up and dazzled his way into my room dressed as Rapunzel's mother. It might have not been what I asked for but for an 11 year old girl, it was the best birthday gift in history.

I step back looking over my rainbow of light before casting the final spell. “Diffringere.” The rectangle breaks into small balls of light. There is a loud gasp and many ‘ohhhhhs’ behind me as I turn around. “Okay everyone, there should be plenty to go around. Everyone gets one. Pick your color.” Xander yanks me out of the way just as the sprites rush forward to grab their favorite color. “Geez, you can’t just stand in front of them and say things like that, it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull!” he says, holding me against him as we watch the excitement of the sprites choosing their lights.

I stood aside and watched her cry as she slid down the slide over and over again. I wiped her tear-streaked face with a tissue and gently held her hand. “Do you remember what Rapunzel said to you last night?” “She told me to love everyone around me, and they would love me back. “Yes.” That sounded too idealistic, but it was perfect for Rachel’s current situation. I sat on a stone bench and lifted her onto my lap. “If you don’t try to love your dad’s partner, how will you know that she won’t love you?”

Marek turns his head and bares his fangs. I’m pinned, caught by the spell’s force, unable to turn, unable to respond. My fur stands on end as the magic burns through every nerve. Fear threads behind my teeth, but I refuse to retreat. The chanting grows louder, each syllable striking the air like stones dropping into glass. "Wolf of midnight black and flame, Bound to river, bound to name. Moon above, now turn your face, Let death descend and leave no trace. Rapunzel root and blessed bloom,

the little girl responds. "You've heard that story almost every night, Sweetheart." Kimmy stays quiet. The little girl playfully rolls her eyes as if contemplating what other story she'd like to hear tonight. "Okay. In that case, I choose Rapunzel and Aurora," she says. Even though she has her own room, Kaivan still spends time with Kimmy every night. He reads stories to her or simply chats until the Snow Princess falls asleep. Like tonight, after reading two stories, the beautiful daughter finally dozes off. After finishing his duties, Kaivan dimly adjusts the lamp and kisses Kimmy's forehead before returning to the main bedroom. He approaches Anne, who is still busy removing her makeup.

I’ll never disappoint my parents like that again and will try to make less trouble for myself and for others. I stepped outside and watched everyone do their works. Mom and Lena are still busy entertaining the guests which now have reached forty in numbers. One of them is our island’s elder, Nana Alona who is also a half-fairy like me. She also has long pointed ears but she doesn’t have a wings like a real fairy and so is me. She suddenly met my gaze that made my heart beat fast. She smiled to ease the awkward silence between us.

I raised a brow not ready to start a battle this early, “it’s a pleasure to meet you to, mother Gothel.” Her brows creased in solid anger but held out a forced smile, she let out a wicked sigh heading to the cushion, “oh... Rapunzel, why didn’t you lay down your hair? I heard your knight in shining armor displayed a dramatic stunt while trying to help you and now you have the guts to lay down in bed like he didn’t just risk his life for you.” Her tone became harsher each minute words escaped her mouth, but I wasn’t going to let her have the last laugh.