Not BTS related fic

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I know I'm not that big of a writer and my following is like 11, but were you guys busy? Or do you just not like to interact? Tell me please. So I can know if I shouldn't do such announcements again. On conversation board or here. 


Ok, so this one might be two or more chapter or just one long one. Depending on how many sittings I do it in. And its gonna be VEEERRRYYYYY cheesy and fairytale like at the start. I'll try to tone it down as I go, but I haven't exactly gotten the skill of changing the style much. Also, I did a bit of research, but I don't know shit other than websites and articles so instead of attacking me(which is not very likely) can you guys like just correct me?(which again, is unlikely. Because no one ever comments)

YEAS I AM VERY BITTER ABOUT NO COMMENTS ANYWHERE!!!

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Once upon a time, there was a girl. Who was held captive in a tower and had long hair. She could choose to cut the hair and make a rope and escape the place, but that tower was the only thing she knew. What would she do out in the world? So she waited for someone to come rescue her. And come he did. And rescue her. Now the problem with Anne was that she didn't actually like princes. 

One could call her the modern day Rapunzel. She was really beautiful. She had long, black and straight hair. That reached her waist. Her eyes were a dark, beautiful grey. Specks of black around her pupil that became more visible when she was angry. That and the defined cheekbones gave her the perfect alpha woman look. and if all that wasn't enough, her sharp gaze could make anyone get a shiver. But the thing was, Rapunzel was kept there by the evil witch.

If Anne was to be Rapunzel, then she would thank the witch for putting her in such a luxurious and expensive penthouse. The witch must love her a lot to pay all the bills just to keep Anne there. But no which was that good. So Anne was paying her bills herself. 

Anne Carter.
 32.
 Female.
Branch manager of Vante.

(Yeah, Vante. I'm biased.)

Being the branch manager of one of the top fashion brands meant more than the usual 9-5. Which complicated a lot of things. Especially when you live alone and don't trust people much. Like cooking, cleaning, laundry. Even getting proper sleep was not possible. When there was not enough time for even the basics, who had time to date or even club. She was no virgin and had her own sexual needs. 

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I'll continue in the same chapter and update it again or make a new one.






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