Russian Rapunzel Novels & Stories

Their eyes held a glint of devilish green menace. I drew a sharp breath at the sight of them. What on earth were these hideous things? Then I remembered the rumor of the Russian Sleep. Before we captured Anastasia from Ostankino Palace, I thought she had given the order to shut down this cruel experiment. How could this still be happening?

The nuances of my new sense of smell was going to take some getting used to. A girl about my age rounded the staircase, looking up at me. "Hello, Rapunzel. Decide to descend the tower on your own?" "Rapunzel?" I touched my hair. It wasn't even that long. "Well yeah. You've been stuck up in your tower for ages." She grinned. "Only the classic stories here, love." "Maybe she's more like Red Riding Hood, waiting for the big bad wolf to gobble her up." Rhys appeared next to the girl, and I blinked.

Chapter 26 "Girl... Let me tell you something, I have given you a very good identity. Choose one amongst the best of all. Please, for goodness sake, quit the thought of cutting off your hair. Common,” I rolled my eyes at him in disbelief. Was that all you wanted to say to have taken so much time? I scoffed, paying no attention to him. "Yes girl. I am damn serious. A hair like yours can only be compared to that of Rapunzel. Look at you girl... you look so good with it"

The once blonde hair shedding itself off into a golden, longer version that was almost similar to Rapunzel’s. “Lena is the treasure?” I whispered, a sharp breath escaping my lips.

he teased, sitting in between my feet. "Okay, any preferences?" I probed, letting his hair fall from his man bun to just above his shoulders. "You know, you kind of look like Flynn Rider from Tangled with this hair," I smirked. "I don't know the different plaits so you just do whatever you want," separating his hair into three I began to plait his hair. "So if I look like Flynn Rider then does that make you Rapunzel, princess?" Gasping my mouth fell open, "you are such a flirt," my cheeks once again sporting a red hue.

She opened her eyes and stared at Rosa who was staring at the bracelet. “I’m going to dump this” Rosa said and Rhoda quickly took it from her. “No, I’ll keep it. This looks so expensive “ Rhoda said and Rosa rolled her eyes at her. “We better start making arrangements for your wedding” *********** *********** Hannah is seen walking down the stairs looking so beautiful. She had wore the gown Arianna had told her to wear. Arianna who was sitting at the dinning table smiled as she saw how beautiful Hannah was looking. She truly look so much like her daughter, Cinderella.

I raised a brow not ready to start a battle this early, “it’s a pleasure to meet you to, mother Gothel.” Her brows creased in solid anger but held out a forced smile, she let out a wicked sigh heading to the cushion, “oh... Rapunzel, why didn’t you lay down your hair? I heard your knight in shining armor displayed a dramatic stunt while trying to help you and now you have the guts to lay down in bed like he didn’t just risk his life for you.” Her tone became harsher each minute words escaped her mouth, but I wasn’t going to let her have the last laugh.

Emilia grasped her hands and began desperately, "W-We shared t-those meals with plastic toys at Mc Donalds on fridays and sometimes watched movies about princesses w-with the longest hair all night without sleeping a minute- what was her name again?" Rapunzel. As a kid, she had fantasized of being her and that her actual parents were the king and the queen who would take her away from the wretched poverty. But then again, her mother was no witch, quite opposite in fact who had given her all the freedom in the world and that had upset Marilyn. She didn't like the feeling of guilt. "No!" Marilyn shouted suddenly, her eyes fluttering open. She couldn't take it anymore- she couldn't hurt her mum

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.

A light magenta dress - check Very long luscious hair - check Dainty, petite body - check She also arrived here with a tall and good looking husband. There were no doubts left to be solved. That little girl was more than just certain. That's why, she asked Mili, "You are Rapunzel. Aren't you?" "Rapunzel? .. sweetie, where did you find that out?" Tulip made that question, gently patting her head after bursting out laughing. "On TV," she pouted annoyedly. "Baby, how can Rapunzel come out of the screen?" Mili tried to make her understand but she was adamant.