Mummy's Little Princess'es

Mummy's Little Princess'es

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Mummy's little princesses Note : this book is my work but non of the images are mine and due credit to the owners of them. This book is dedicated to a little I know and love who is going through a horrible time right now. I'm writing this to help encourage positivity and help her escape for just a little while. The story is about a rabbit anthro who adopts two very special teenagers to help rebuild them and be the mummy they never had . One character is an O. C of mine with a secrat they are really embaressed about and the other adoptee is my little friend who I'm writing it for. The story is about how they suppurt each other and bond over their experiences weather good or bad and those they meet on their journey. . But soon they find themselves in Dark times as ancient enimies and lost legends are surface and they discover a shared history non could have foreseen... Please leave feed back if you want I really value honesty and openess. Other then that enjoy the story.
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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ -Unorganized -Poorly written -Cliche I was 14 when I wrote this and I discourage reading it 😬 ------- All art is mine. Completed 07/11/2017 ----- I always used to picture my mate, my true mate. He would be powerful and incredibly handsome, perfect for me. The perfect person to make me feel complete. Every day, I was in that sick place, not looking for him, I continued to grow weaker. Soon, it was hard for me to stand up properly and walk around. Soon, I was way too thin, starved. Soon, I was losing all hope. One mark on the ground, one line, one day. I never stopped making lines, and soon enough, I had about 30. They didn't really matter to me. As a new line appeared everyday, I seemed to care a bit less about them. But hope soon was slowly coming back to me, because of the view outside window. --- I am shit at giving descriptions. But I honestly WOULD NOT recommend this book I was like 13-14 when I wrote it and had no clue what I was doing

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