Checker Family
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DISCLAIMER!! This story is about different furries if you couldn't tell from the cover. Specifically, characters I created.
CAUTION!! This story will also contain potentially tiggering content. Death, violence, and torture are things you will encounter.
Imagine being rich, beautiful/handsome, powerful. Imagine getting everything you ever wanted at the snap of your fingers. These are all things that LeeAnn's older brother had. Granted, she was born into a noble family, the same as her brother, but she was never treated the same.
Kaiden was the eldest if the three children in LeeAnn's family. He was the hier to the family fortune, so their parents treat him like he was the best person they ever knew, praising him for tiny little things, getting him anything he wished for.
Aiden was youngest child. He wasnt treated as great as his older brother, but wasnt treated bad. he was allowed to go out and make friends and have fun.
LeeAnn was the middle child and the only girl. she was treated lime a pest by her parents. they never let her go out, she had to be in certain room every time her parents had guests, and would talk smack about her to guests. LeeAnn never knew why her parents did these, but hated them for it.
Luckily, her two brothers still cared for her. Kaiden would always sneak LeeAnn things since he could get whatever he wanted. Aiden showed LeeAnn all sorts of ways to escape the house.
Despite how her parents treated her, LeeAnn had an ok life. She would visit a restaurant and made friends with the workers there. One in particular changed her life...in more ways than one.
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