Rapunzel Series Cassandra Novels & Stories

Once she tasted blood, she liked to pounce! She strutted over, her heels click-clacking on the floor. She was holding a champagne flute. Her blond hair was tied into a neat ponytail. Her skin gleamed perfectly. When she drew closer, she poured the champagne on me slowly. Everyone gasped as its cold liquid drenched my hair and my clothes. “Homewreckers are not allowed here. You’ve got quite a nerve!” Jojo said. Rue sprang up. I pulled her down instantly. We can’t get into a fight here. I’d lose my opportunity before I even a chance to see Hazel face-to-face.

POV CASSANDRA "I... my name is Cassie, the new maid of the palace. I just wanted to know if you need anything else..."** — My words came out in stutters, laden with nervousness, as my heart raced so loudly that I could almost hear it.

Now, I’m back, and hopefully, for good. And so is Rapunzel and Her 18 Bloody Gifts, returning for Season 2! Chapters will begin publishing again by the end of 2025 or early 2026. For announcements, updates on this story, and news about other current or upcoming projects, you can follow me on F******k or TikTok under my pen name Kirche Leaf. I also posted updates last month regarding my return to writing and the order in which I’ll be completing my stories. To everyone who has read Rapunzel and Her 18 Bloody Gifts, thank you so much for taking the time to read my novel. I truly hope you’ll continue to support it and give it a chance to be completed.

Author Godsent Banky ************************************************************* ************************************************************* (The Past, Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years Ago) (IN A HAY HOUSE LOCATED FAR AWAY IN THE WOODS) A young witch about twenty two years old named Cassandra was sitting down on a stool, attended by two maids who were braiding her platinum blonde curly hair and these two maids were also witches. “Cassandra, How are you looking forward to your Coronation as Crown Princess of the Gemini Coven??” One of the maids asked Cassandra warmly while smiling brightly as she was braiding Cassandra’s long brown hair.

Ravine was seated with Dan and Zayn in silence when they all turn around to see yet another rocking fit of Cassandra. "How are you pulling these off so easily? I'm jealous, Johnson." Ravine says, to which Cassandra winks and replies, "Because I'm a Johnson." "Ey!~" the boys howl at her response, proud as well. But someone was not half as proud. The rolled newspaper strikes Cassandra's hair by a person. "Who the fu—" Cassandra turns around to yell at the person who 'almost' ruined her hair she spent many minutes setting it to perfection.

Cassandra was coming from the daily prayer, and Rene, after having one too many the previous night while celebrating a plum order of the Thieves Guild, had spent the night with a lady of the evening, and having paid for her services, was walking home. The weather was far from fine. The wind had brought clouds over from the sea, and rain was streaming down in torrents. Rene had to wait it out in a bakery, and after a couple of minutes, Cassandra ran in as well. She shook off the water, pulled off her drenched cape-and the necromancer froze. Cassandra wasn't a classic beauty. Her hair was bright red, her green eyes were slanted inwards, her pale skin was covered with a smattering of freckles a

Cassandra gently tucked her hair behind her ears. “Why can't I have you? I want to be your baby too, mother throws me away and looks at me when I am naughty but you are different. You touch my hair so nicely as Mother Laura does and she braids my hair so nicely "Cassandra turned to her mother and she could see the fur in her eyes. It was Laura again, Cassie was only but a child but she chose another over her

No more keeping things from each other, you promised me. Cassie: I know dad. David Wolf: Then tell me, why did you convinced Mr Hunt to call them back? Cassie: Dad, I'm Cassandra Wolf, daughter of David Wolf. Whatever had happened in the past, is and will be in the past. I'm not scared of people's questioning eyes and pity talks anymore. I'm your daughter, and I will stand up again with my dignity and pride. David Wolf: Oh yeah! Then let's talk about the case.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

No one would think like this about their hometown after ten years of absence but Cassandra, she has no good memory in this place to even say one good word about it. Her legs dragged her close to her childhood home. The place which she was supposed to seek protection from but failed miserably. Standing at the front door of the white enormous apartment, she pressed the doorbell and heard a small *ding* come across the house. She waited for the other person to open the door while skimming her eyes on the beautiful looking flowers beside her leg. They used to be her only friends. Flowers, they were beautiful, soft and innocent. Her thoughts about flowers were cut short when a beautiful lady with