Rapunzel Retellings Novels & Stories

I feel his pain as memories flood his mind, meaning they flood mine. I see him as a young child sitting on the floor sitting between his mothers legs. She has scrolls spread out in front of them as she tells him stories from the old days and the legends of the Ryu people. I smile as she makes a golden dragon from her magic, making it fly through the air, the small boy clapping his hands.

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.

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.

I left my mansion; my castle too. So my dream started again. Elena also said that if she were to be a princess, she would be Rapunzel. That was because she was away from her parents...Whether or not they were alive, and she was also locked up in a huge tower; the orphanage. I agreed with her... She was a Rapunzel. I thought she was going to end up with a thief just like herself... I doubted if her real parents were rich but... It was worth the thought.

When the last couple of feet dangled from my arm, I laid my burden down over the floorboards. Liam drew his blade over the braid, severing it so that it lay upon the board like a felled snake. Rapunzel’s hair immediately began to grow from her scalp, so that the braid that had begun at her nape, began two feet down the length. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. “It feels strange when it does that,” she whispered. “If cutting the hair from the woman means that the hair grows, would cutting the woman from the hair result in the woman growing?” Aien wondered, sitting on the bed with a book held open in one hand.

Cancan answered, raising his hands as if he were holding something heavy. “The story is not like that; although that touch would give it a little more realism, after all, he would do justice for not receiving his payment. It's like the one about the goblin called Rumpelstiltskin, who helped the princess at a crossroads put there by her father. Who, in order to make a big deal out of it, made a joke about his daughter turning straw into gold, and that's what he was talking about, pure straw. That is why the king was filled with greed, capturing her and threatening her that if she did not transform tons of that grass into threads of the golden metal, he would kill her together with her talkati

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.

Tangled- Book 5 of The Dark Fairytales (An Erotic Retelling of Rapunzel) Trapped in a huge castle from birth by her mother, Rapunzel itches for the taste of the land beyond it. When a petty thief, Noah tells her to drop her hair, she's intrigued by his masculine features and becomes desperate to flee from her obsessive mother. When she finally does, she's thrown into a world filled with passion and with the clock ticking, she struggles to hide from her mother and pursue her innermost ambitions- ride a cock.

The once-distant magic of the Enchanted Realm now pulses through their veins, a vivid testament to the profound connection they share. With every page turned, with every tale uncovered, the threads that unite their stories become stronger. The hero's triumphs and trials, the echoes of bravery and resilience, begin to resonate within the newcomer's very being. The Enchanted Realm's legacy of courage and unity reveals itself as a living, breathing force, an energy that courses through time and space to merge their narratives into a singular, unbreakable tapestry.

"A poor Cinderella who is mistreated by her evil stepmom, and one day she finds a hiding shelter in the arms of the Prince charming, is that it?" Ryan's lips twisted at her final remark, displeased. "I haven't thought of you as any of that, Claire," he said softly. He had a girlfriend. A reminder made Claire weak despite the strange sensation she'd entertain whenever she was alone with him. "Please, Ryan, let me go," she begged softly. "Claire," Ryan uttered, and that cynic air was all gone. "The truth is—"