{Currently On Hiatus...maybe not}
"You, young lady, are going to learn how to be responsible and how to behave like a woman. A lady at your age would already be doing something productive, but look at you. Always sleeping in that bed of yours until noon, dreaming of Candy land."
You grunted at his words, still trying to wriggle yourself free of his grasp, only to fruitlessly struggle. "Again, why do I need a job? If we lure people into their temptations, they become bad people, and because they become bad people, we ironically punish them for tempting them in the first place...?" You were confused and always wondered why the hell you demons had to do what you did, and when he answered your question...
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~ Basically another caretaker story, but more hellish (literally).
~The cover is mine, but the art that is used isn't. It belongs to its rightful owner ofc.
~Enjoy!
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world.
She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most.
Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before?
The door creaked open. Her heart pounded.
Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?"
Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.