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.

Her voice carried a tremor she couldn't quite hide, each word laced with equal parts trepidation and curiosity. My smirk widened as I leaned my shoulder against the jamb, crossing my arms over my chest. "This morning, princess. Right after Roman brought me the final pieces." I watched her carefully, noting every micro-expression that flickered across her face - the way her pupils dilated, how her breathing quickened despite her attempts to appear composed. "Do you like what you see, Bambina?"

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…”

I assured him. "Take me to where that captive is," I said. Max nodded, and led me to the torture room. "Stay outside, I will take care of him," I ordered Max. "Yes boss," he said. Walking into the room, I saw a young guy tied to a chair. He shook in fear the moment he set his eyes on me. "Hello friend," I said, twirling the gun in my hand. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice dull and lifeless. I was surprised at his question.