Tangled Castle Novels & Stories

An ancient and elegant castle was standing in front of her! She couldn’t believe that she would see a huge castle in the middle of nowhere. Her mouth still agape as one of the guards slightly pushed here to continue in her tracks. She kept walking to the pathway as her eyes roamed at the brick walled castle. “Where am I? Who owns that castle,” Tamara asked – her eyes were glued to the vines that started to crept into the huge castle walls with astonishment. She didn’t notice how the guards widened their eyes while looking at her, then exchanged their weird looks at each other.

Tangled- Book 5 of The Dark Fairytales (An Erotic Retelling of Rapunzel) Trapped in a huge castle from birth by her mother, Rapunzel itches for the taste of the land beyond it. When a petty thief, Noah tells her to drop her hair, she's intrigued by his masculine features and becomes desperate to flee from her obsessive mother. When she finally does, she's thrown into a world filled with passion and with the clock ticking, she struggles to hide from her mother and pursue her innermost ambitions- ride a cock.

Thane, though tense, tried to maintain focus and courage to save his beloved. Tasha also explained that the castle had a very sophisticated protection system. Only certain people could enter the area without being suspected. Moreover, some witch always monitor the castle area, making things tricky if something goes wrong. "The castle area has a system that makes it quite difficult for strangers. They can detect anyone who comes in, and if it's without Liam's approval, there's bound to be big trouble. So, once again, I hope you don't exceed the limits of what I'm saying, don't make my efforts in vain with stupid actions," Tasha explained about the system in the castle.

Little Ben said raising his eyebrows and smiling rebelliously. Kar and Little Ben set out immediately to the Treachery's dungeon. It was situated in an abandoned castle with enough security, both with traps, supernatural forces and one Lynx Lynch, which was enough to hold any prisoner down for any amount of time. There was a butterfly always at the top of the castle, it sees everything and reports anything, if necessary.

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

" Distracted by a damn bird." " Hey wasn't your hair in a ponytail?" Katrina's voice suddenly distracted everyone but made their attention bounce on me. Mira's eyes narrowed as she looked at my hair. " Yeah I could've sworn she had a ponytail. Did you move it?" My hands lift in my hair and I realize that indeed I did have a ponytail but it seems Kaleb had tugged it out when we were making out without me knowing. I fixed my hair, trying to act cool under everyone's scrutinity. I did not fail to see the slight smirk playing on Kaleb's lips.

"Thank you." The heavy iron gates parted with a low mechanical hum, and I drove down the winding, immaculate asphalt paths of the estate. Ancient willow trees lined the road, their branches casting long, dancing shadows across my hood that moved like restless spirits. Perfectly manicured lawns stretched between the properties, each one a small kingdom of wealth and privilege.

Footsteps echoed like ghosts remembering old applause. At the end of the tunnel was a door unlike any Isolde had ever seen. It was tall, twelve feet, engraved with scenes of masks crying blood, harps wrapped in chains, roses with thorns as long as knives. In the center, a golden lockplate. Selene approached it like a priestess to an altar. “Your father signed this in blood,” she said softly. “As did Adrien.” Isolde stepped forward. The key slid in. Clicked once. Then twice.

That's what the bold red letters on top of the building says. What a name. I get the idea of something sweet and delectable . The kind you'd want to savour for a long time without getting tired of. My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens and a hand is extended towards me. I smile and take the hand. " Kitten." The voice is familiar and when my eyes reach the man before me, I gasp. It's Lance. His hair is tied back and he is in a tuxedo. I bite my lip to hide a smile threatening to bloom. He looks so hot.

It was happening at fairytale speed. For some reason, I was sure I had found the replacement for Troy. But that would be too quick an assumption for me to make. It was hard not to see all of the potential. After a while, I replied like I wasn't into the whole thing myself. “I will give you a try…” “Alright then…” Dylan struggled to hide his excitement at that point. I was almost bursting into laughter as the so-called mystery guy was on the verge of blushing uncontrollably. “But before anything, I'm going to state the rules…”