Rapunzel's Mom's Name Novels & Stories

He came the other day, with the news that an enemy of his, started to lose his hair, never to grow back, which in fact, no matter how hard they tried, he never managed to make his Rapunzel hair grow back again. When her mother says she wants to leave early on Sunday (there is a Ladies Aid meeting and Mrs. Mùzhīběn is treasurer that year), Péngyǒu is relieved, even when they get home, she puts on her old jeans and goes out, Then she would go towards the antique store, do some business. By disguising herself in the middle of thinking, leaning on the Pogo stick, swinging a little on the swing and pretending to drop something and kneeling down, as if she were looking for it.

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.

Mother Gothel. Of course, it wasn’t her real name, but the nickname I’d given her long ago. I’d just watched Rapunzel and in a way, I felt like her. Just the short-haired version while my stepmother was just like the witch who caged Rapunzel in a tower. She stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. Her presence was just as suffocating as I remembered. Dressed in a pristine blouse and pencil skirt, she exuded the same cold, calculated authority that had haunted my childhood. Her perfectly styled hair was pulled back in a bun, not a single strand out of place.

The brown-haired lady is undoubtedly the mother of the child depicted in the portrait. I shake my head sideways while frowning furiously. "Why do you always have the wrong idea about Pumpkin? Do you know how often I wonder if you ever use your brain?" Mister handsome said this while indirectly insulting me and pretending to be angry by frowning his face. He looks at the picture for a moment before smiling. "That's me, the little boy, and that lady with golden hair is my mother. Her name is Queen Mulan, and the lady standing next to you is obviously my aunt. She's my aunt, Princess Astrid, and that man with hazel eyes is also my father, King Alanson." Arthur explained his entire family member

But she never once left" I opened my eyes and Lovette was starring at me with glossy eyes. "After four hundred years, our mother found her mate, a human but she had to keep it a secret. When my father, the king found out about it, he killed her mate and locked her up like a fucking Rapunzel" I spat out and looked at mother's beautiful face. "But she was pregnant with you and I and Alex had to do everything in our power to hide you away from him." I sighed then quickly walked over to Lovette who now had tears dropping from eyes.

“Who is Big J?” “My daddy’s friend.” She sat herself beside me with a bit of a shrug then said, “You’re pretty. Can I stay with you?” “I’m sorry but you have to go.” “Why?” Remembering the Rapunzel comment from earlier, I said, “Because Mother Gothel will be back soon and she won’t like it if I’m with a stranger.” “But I’m not a stranger. I’m Rue Rue.” “Nice to meet you, Rue Rue but we would both be in trouble if you get caught entering here.”

“Elena Montreal.” “Don’t call me that,” Mom barked. “I haven’t been that person for a long time!” “The moon goddess is wonderful!” Marcella looked to the skies. Why did she call my Mom Elena Montreal? Mom’s name is Helena Campbell. “So these are your daughters? The bastards that got you kicked out of paradise, I see.” Mom forgot Estelle and I were there. She threw herself at Marcella and yanked at her hair. It took both Estelle and I to yank her off Marcella. Marcella stumbled to the door and hurried to fix her hair.

She suddenly glanced up and stared at me in shock, light in her eyes . My jaw dropped. "Your name.. your name is Rapunzel?" She shook her head furiously, but I guessed she wanted me to say something else, so I thought back to what I said earlier. "Princess?" She nodded, and my jaw almost dropped in shock. To think I had to guess her name, only to get it right and she didn't even have to tell me. "I'm guessing your mum named you that.. did she have long hair as yours too?"

Especially about her name, once she was old enough she had asked her parents every day why they had landed her with such a stupid name, ‘Darling you were such a pretty little thing, we gave you a name fit for a Princess’ Her Mother had smiled at her pretty little daughter, ‘Did it have been a Disney Princess?’ She had scowled back and her Father kissed the top of her head, ‘Come on baby girl, it makes you unique and special. I can bet you never meet anyone else called Rapunzel’ He had chuckled and she had scowled further. ‘Don’t call me that Papa, I prefer Zella, I’m not a baby any more’

Her tone shifted, light and teasing, like she was chatting with friends over coffee…but underneath it was pure steel, the sound of someone who knew she had all the cards. “There was once a beautiful girl,” she began. “You can call her a princess if you like because her father was a noble man. She fell madly in love with a handsome prince. But the prince was locked in a tall, tall tower…just like Rapunzel, only he didn’t have the long hair that could help her go up to him. And there was no door, no stairs, no way at all to get up there. “So what did our clever princess do? She went to her daddy and begged him to build her an identical tower right next to his. Close enough that she could lean