Varian Rapunzel Novels & Stories

We entered the hall of the king’s castle, crowds of people closing in on us. The room was filled with luxurious vampire nobles, along with some blood slaves. A girl appeared at Sebastian's side. She was thin, with blond hair and green eyes. She was about my height. “Who is this?” crooned the girl, pushing out her bottom lip into a pout. “Laura, this is my dance partner, Sarah. Sarah, this is Laura, the king’s youngest daughter.” “The king’s only daughter.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.

“You are finishing Razel’s embroidery. Campanula rapunculus is the bloom.” “Yes,” I drew the chair that Aien usually used closer, intrigued by her. In my mind she had been an evil witch, keeping Rapunzel prisoner in the tower, however, she was far from that. Like most stories, this one was far more complicated than what it appeared to be, I suspected. “Why were you keeping Rapunzel prisoner in the tower?”

A man who turns out to be the neighbour and Elody's grandfather smiles at me. "Can I paint your nails please?" Elody appears beside me, tugging at my hand and undoing a bottle of blue varnish as she leads me into the living room, so it's clearly more of an instruction than a question. "Jasmine has blue nails." "I'm Ariel, Leanna's Rapunzel, Kim's Sleeping Beauty, everyone's a disney princess at the moment." Aurora drops into the seat beside me, showing me her roughly painted green nails. "What about the boys? Who're Luke and Shane?" I ask Elody who forms and thinks for a minute.

His beauty made her breath catch in her chest, and she found herself ogling him from a distance. Adnan calmly walked forward, the smile still on his face. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel," he said, "let down your hair so I can climb the golden stairs." Afrah laughed at his wit, leaning forward even more. "I'm afraid my hair isn't that long or that strong," she said. "But we have something which Rapunzel didn't have back then." "And that is?" "Stairs," she replied. "Come on up." *

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.

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."

"Oh, my god! Miss, please stop saying that. The only person I want to fuck is Rowan!" Zena looked genuinely disgusted at the idea of mating with Winston, so I asked, "But you two look close." "Of course we are close because we are siblings." "Really?" "Yes. Who would love to fuck your brother? We have the same father, and my mother is the alpha's real mate, but they can't get married right away because she came from another clan. Winston and Wendriel's mother are from the arranged marriage. That is why my hair is red and theirs is black. Hair color doesn't define strength. What if I shaved my hair, then I would be powerless? What am I, Rapunzel?"

There was a vein on her forehead that began to bulge and the woman looked as if she were about to explode. I started to step away from her, “Who in the world do you think I am?” “You are Isabella! Ella! Cinderella! The bitch who made my life hell! So, I am returning the favor!” Just then she wrapped her hand around my throat and threw me into the wall that I had recently had her back pinned to. She grunted before she asked “How else do you explain not dying when those rats showed up in your shed?! You are Isabella reincarnated so you are immune to the damn illness!” She was the one to put the rats in the shed that she threw me in.

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.

"You already know how this works. You dressed up so nicely just to beg me for money. Don't pretend you don't understand the trade." His dark eyes gleamed with chilling cruelty. "How are you any different from them? At least they don't pretend to be virtuous." Tears spilled over, and I fled the room in a panic. "That was a little harsh, Rylan." "Yeah, man. She was crying. I almost felt bad for her." "What? Are you feeling sorry for her now?" Rylan's tone dropped low. "Honestly, she's not that bad. She's pretty, quiet, and does everything right."