Rapunzel #tangled Songs Novels & Stories

Rapunzel Did mother lie to me? –I wondered in my head. “Rapunzel… I don’t want you to put things in your head. I just want you to be happy,” Noah said as he rubbed my upper arm. He was trying to calm me but all I felt was the impending signs of panic.

She looks at the couch, then my face and she sighs. "Okay, what should I sing?" She drops down on the couch with the guitar in hand. "Some tacky, cliche, Ed Sheeran song," I say randomly. "Alright." She grins, tucking her damp hair behind her ear. She flutters her eyes shut and takes a deep breath, she then opens them and looks down at the guitar, she looks nervous but her fingers start moving against the guitar strings. She starts singing her version of Ed Sheeran's photograph and I have this big fucking smile on my face, so big it makes my cheeks hurt.

Chapter 5 The sound of laughter drifted through the house, soft and unexpected. Elena paused in the kitchen, her hands still wet from washing dishes, and tilted her head to listen. It was Thomas, his voice bright and full of life. Alex’s deeper tone joined him, the two of them caught up in a moment that sounded almost... happy. Elena’s chest tightened, conflicted by the warmth spreading through her. She quickly shook it off, focusing back on the sudsy plates in the sink. She wasn’t here to bask in the sound of a happy family; she was here for Thomas. That was it.

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"

ELENA My back was ramrod straight. All I could feel was the tension through me. It took a little bit longer cutting into my pancakes. For the life of me, I prayed that no one noticed. My appetite was replaced with the anxiety that was crawling within the walls of my belly. It was impossible to focus on anything else but my sweaty palms. “Sweetie, are you alright?” My mom's voice reverted me back to reality. My shoulders flinched slightly as I met her gaze.

replied Anna while laughing at JC. "Hey ... I have a lot of songs that I wrote with you as my inspiration, Honey. The songs 'Beauty Behind Darkness', 'Lonely Lovely', 'Angelic Touch', 'Drown into You', Smitten Kitten', are too many to name one by one the title. You make me flounder in your charm, Anna my love. If one day you are missing me, just play my songs ... that's all my feelings for you. You decorate my dreams every night, Anna, "said JC while staring into Anna's turquoise blue eyes.

before I'm ready, and he's the best shoulder to lean on. When we get home and lay on the couch, watching Tangled for the hundredth time (our favorite movie to watch together), Zayne gently strokes my hair, allowing me to feel safe and loved. And as Rapunzel and Flynn sing on the screen, Zayne hums along, making me fall in love with him all over again. "How are you the man of my dreams and how did I get so lucky?" I whisper, intertwining our fingers.

she whispered. Richard let out a quiet breath, the corners of his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. "Alright then... but only if you promise not to interrupt." She raised a hand clumsily, her pinky wobbling in the air. "Promise." He arched a brow, amused despite himself. "You sure about that?" Annabelle nodded earnestly, eyes wide and innocent. "Cross my heart." Richard smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright then... once upon a time, there was a girl named Rapunzel - she had the longest hair you could imagine. So long it could touch the floor when she stood on a chair."

Clara had never been one for lullabies, she preferred bedtime stories even before she could understand what the stories were about. Flynn was the opposite in this. If you spoke to him, he cried, but if you sang to him he would fall asleep. I finished the third Disney song, all three coming straight out of Tangled because I lacked originality, and stayed for a few more moments to watch if he wasn’t actually faking me out and was still awake. Not that I minded whatsoever, I could look at him every minute for the rest of my life and never get bored.