Russian Rapunzel Novels & Stories

"is that okay?" It took a while before she nodded. "If it's a yes, then you can nod, then if it's a no, you just have to shake her head, yeah?" She nodded again, and I sighed before thinking of what to say. "You know . You kind of look like this Princess called Rapunzel… she has a long hair pretty much like yours. But since calling you Rapunzel is quite weird, is it okay if I just call you Princess.. " She suddenly glanced up and stared at me in shock, light in her eyes .

“Damnnnnnnnn” The witch was smoking hot. Her curves were supernatural. Slender with skin tanned till they were golden. Her black hair fell over her shoulders and covered her body. To be frank, her Rapunzel hairdo was the old thing keeping her from being nude. She pouted her luscious red lips and gently placed her head on her hands. She looked like the slutty version of the moon goddess. I was tempted to whistle. Suddenly it made absolute sense why the alpha slept with her mother. If he did.

They will remain horrible people. That's what let her to fall back on her bed yet again, everything was boring, the TV, the books, the movies, the food. She was caught, completely locked up. With only one access to outside world being her window, she finally might've started to feel how Rapunzel must've felt. But at least Ruby's room was a 5 star luxury suite.

‘I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t turned into a rusalka’ I looked at him questioningly. He sat next to the bath and I placed my chin on my arms on the side of the bath watching him. He explained that Russian folklore was full of magical creatures and that a woman could turn into a rusalka if she was unbaptized or a virgin and had drowned as the result of a suicide or a murder. Then he explained that in some other legends, rusalkas were malevolent spirits looking to drown men.

Her hair—that hair, so long and silky. I didn’t even know I had a thing for long hair, but since the day I saw her hair down, I never wanted to see it tied up again. Who was that fairy tale princess with the really long hair? Rapunzel. She lived in a tower and the prince would sneak in at night to see her by using her hair as a rope. I grinned. I ran my finger from the root of her hair, the root of her hair... is red? Was her true hair color red? Why would she cover it up with black? Not that it didn’t look beautiful, but I imagined that red hair would better suit her fair complexion.

That little girl irradiated such sweetness. “Snow White and Rapunzel! Did you know they were both royals from Germany?” “Germany? No, I did not know. I am from Germany.” “Yes, I knew when you called me.” “Did you, now? How did you know?” “Auntie Charlie says Germans speak as if they had something stuck in their throat.” Dominik laughed out loud. That girl was amazing. “Wow! You are one smart cookie” commented Dominik. “I don’t talk like that. Do I?”

It was really sweet. "That’s a great castle," I replied. "Do you like castles and princesses?" Isabella nodded–again, not looking up from her artwork. "I do too. Rapunzel was always my favorite. Who’s yours?" I asked. Now she looked up at me with a new sparkle in her eyes. "I like Rap-unz-el too! And I like Tiana!" She fumbled out Rapunzel, which was clearly too intense of a word for such a little mouth.

"Once upon a time, an evil witch trapped a princess, named Rapunzel, in a tower!" "Because of her magical long hair, the evil witch appears to be younger and healthier!" "When the witch left the tower for the time being, a prince discovered it and climbed it out of curiosity!" "And then he beheld the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, with long golden hair!" "Then the terrible witch reappeared, astonished by his ugliness and concerned for the princess, who appears pitiful!"

She was saying she wanted her eyes just like Pascal, the chameleon from Rapunzel. "You are just the cutest aren't you Rapunzel? Come I'll do your nails then you can do mine, I want rainbow color nails can you do that? Are you up for the challenge?" I said as she was skipping her way to the so called nail station that Angie had set up in front of the TV.

Her friend laughed loudly and took out of the bag the of sweet potato she had put in it and gave it to her. "You're so serious, Gel. But what I said isn't impossible, right? Teacher Sara is really beautiful; it's not far from being a princess. Her skin is so white. It's like Rapunzel's skin, right? I’ll just eat an apple, maybe I'll see my prince—" "You’re crazy, it wasn't Rapunzel who ate the apple. It was Snow White." Daisy laughed so hard. "Oh, I just forgot. It's Rapunzel who just slept with a prince."