Rapunzel Varian Novels & Stories

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

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

He dragged my hands with force and moved me to the large table setting when I saw her, the Princess. She was really beautiful and she picked on her food nicely. She had long beautiful Rapunzel-like hair and her ash eyes blinked at me when I walked in. Her blue strapless gown hugged her body perfectly and she smiled at me and I realized how wrong I was, Aiden's sister is breathtaking. She should be eighteen if I'm not mistaken. I looked around again and saw another replica of Aiden, damn! He was beautiful too, a soft replica copy of Aiden. That should be his brother, blue dyed hair with piercings on his lips and nose. His white polo gave him a sparkling look and he raised those similar gray e

Prince Ron giggled, happy to see that he looked very gorgeous. His fiery red curls were slightly long, falling just past his chin, and pulled half-up with a rare, swirling purple clasp streaked with white veins. The gem resembled polished marble—unique and mesmerizing in its elegance. His skin was smooth and unblemished, a soft, creamy hue that caught the light like porcelain kissed by morning sun. His eyes were a bright green, vivid and sharp, like polished emeralds. Prince Ron was very satisfied. His past self even radiated confidence, mystery, and charm. He looked like a storybook sorcerer and a prince all at once.

"You've got beautiful long hair. Why not be Rapunzel?" Abby gasped. "Yes! Mommy, please! You'd be such a pretty Rapunzel!" I laughed. "Okay, okay. Rapunzel it is." We found a soft lavender gown that wasn't too flashy but still magical enough. Abby chose a sparkly blue Elsa dress, complete with gloves and a tiara. She spun in front of the mirror, beaming. Once we finished with our costumes, Abby tugged on William's hand. "Your turn."

I'm in Disneyland, though I have never been there. A Blue Jay roamed around me, and I followed it as it flew in the direction of the woman in the center. The birds land on her elegant finger as it chirps. I study the woman gets every detail while I admire her beauty. She sat, to her side, showing her womanly posture. Her skin is light like porcelain, and her hair is as dark as mine but more vibrant and long almost to the floor - Rapunzel's hair. Flowers were decorating her hair as butterflies flew around it, making her appear more like a Goddess than a queen. Compared to my hair, I wish I would ask what kind of shampoos she uses to keep her hair so healthy and smooth. Her dress is unique as

, which is somewhat reassuring because it minimizes the possibility of anything surprising her. Talking about characters, Mrs. Lapuz can understand why Kate likes this Kayzel_123. She looks like a cross between Disney’s Rapunzel and Joan of Arc. From the neck up, she’s the typical damsel in distress complete with golden wavy locks and a tiara, but for the rest of her body, she’s like her own knight in shining armor. However, Mrs. Lapuz can’t, for the life of her, figure out why Kayzel has lady bumps on her breastplate.

*Varek* I found her. I wasn’t even looking for her yet, but here she is. I know this is the princess I’ve been looking for, despite the fact that she’s dressed like a warrior. Her long auburn hair falls around her shoulders in soft waves, and her jade eyes glow with a passion that gives her an ethereal look. No doubt, this has to be Princess Fiona.

Maybe she can change her look? Her hair was very long; it cascaded down to her waist. She derived joy from growing out her hair, because of her love for Rapunzel since she was a little kid. But she's now 18, no longer a kid, and she has to get over her obsession with being the second Rapunzel. It might be something she'll regret, but she had to start taking risks in her life. A sigh escaped her lips as she stared at herself, a mix of determination and nervousness etched on her face.

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."