Rapunzel Stuff Novels & Stories

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

That did not mean that I was okay with it though. “Yet, the Princess is trapped in her castle, looking out at a magical kingdom that she is an heir to with such sadness in her eyes. Do you know how exhilarated she was yesterday? I’ve never seen anyone that excited with eating a damn pastry. Have they told you the real reason why she can’t leave?” He looked at me with confusion all over his features. “The poison,” he said. “Ah okay,” I shrugged. There had to be another reason why, but I was not going to find answers through Luca. It did not add up at all, but I would find out the truth because Kenzie deserved to know that. Yesterday when we walked in the dining room was starting to make sense

I asked. I don't know why but it somehow makes me feel bad. "are you sure you're not just making things up?" I joked. "of course I don't. I don't like lying which is why I don't lie" she answered and even raised her pinky finger. "promise" she said. I just nodded. "why does the Prince cry though?" I asked. I'm more curious now. "this is our little secret okay?" she asked. I nodded. "promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked. I just giggled.

Just then he grabbed the chair and whirled Katie towards the mirror. The pain had been worth it! The girl in the mirror was a masterpiece. She had no idea her hair could be so shiny and styled. She had tried everything on the market and failed. The colour had been deepened and paired with a mean balayage. Then styled into delicate braids on the sides that pinned her hair back. The top softly styled to defy gravity. She would NEVER wear her hair another way again. Her makeup looked nonexistent except for artful colour on her eyelids and a dash of lipstick. This was real-life Photoshoping and it was as magic as Cinderella.

This world is horrid, so if you are reading my tale remember that everything is a lie. Nothing is true and manipulation is key. Perfect is not a word we use because it is not true. When I was younger I wanted to explore the world, now all I want to do is have my next meal without puking. I am Rapunzel, who never left her tower. Or for me, my castle. Yes I have social interaction, but that's not the same and with my weight it makes me want to die.

She strangely kept reliving the memory of her head resting on his stout chest, his strong arms holding her firmly. "Oh no, Claire Levy!" She shook off her mind, doing away all the lewd thoughts. Gena raised an eyebrow at that, holding a pair of cream pumps. "Fantasizing about someone?" she teased. "No!" Claire slid into the fitting room. Fantasizing? Hell no! She whipped her little dress off so as to try the new one. "Well, I'd love to see Bruno once again. He was so cool," she blurted loudly enough for Gena to hear.

She continued shoving fries in her mouth. "Let's think about this logically, what do the words 'Heart, Rapunzel, and Kill' have in common?" She asked nonchalantly. The weird fetish of a certain Fallen Angel is what I wanted to say but chose not to. "I don't know. Unless they wrote a whole new fairytale about Rapunzel being a killer and stabbing people until their hearts stopped beating and they died, then this makes no sense!" I exclaimed, letting out an angry huff. I could feel my face turn red from stress and I hated it.

She just hopes she wasn't dreaming. "Thank you, but I'm not a Princess Ibrahil, this ain't a fairytale.." she said sarcastically. "What if I tell you this is a fairytale?" He looked at her closely... "Andrea... I'm a prince!" he said in a low tone of voice. Andrea laughed out loud. "Seriously? Are we in England now? I was actually thinking we are on another planet as I can see too much moons here even at mid-day!" She scoffed.

As I approached the chair in the Giant garden I saw saw Mrs lovely and kind hearted, sitting all by herself, lost in her own thoughts. Her long red hair was woven in one big braid, and she let it fall freely at her back, did I forget to tell you that she was the real life Rapunzel? Oh! How could I? Her long red silky hair felt divine in the hands. I reduced my pace, and walked slowly, making sure she didn't hear my footsteps as I approached her. With quiet footsteps towards her she didn't notice someone coming close to her, I guess she was too deep in her thoughts.

Zahir asked, making up a dramatic story of his own. "What if it is a dungeon? And he wants to lock us there because we don't like him??" Zian asked "But he likes us. So he won't do that, would he Momma??" Zada asked frowning making her grin. "So you do like him huh??" Ava asked her daughter smiling cheekily and the little girl turned pink at being caught. "He is not that bad. He got me a Rapunzel doll" Zada said with a shrug "He got me the dinosaur toy" Zian said