Paranormal Parade (ON HOLD)

Paranormal Parade (ON HOLD)

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This is a REALLY old story that I started working on a few years ago, I tried to rewrite it but just didn't have that spark anymore for this story. But it still holds a special place in my heart so I've decided to keep it published. - She was, as far as she new, everything was fine. Her only real struggle was finding a job that she actually liked and of course getting out of the current one that she hated. But when she gets a package that contains a letter from a dead woman, things get a little more complicated... Oh. And the demon in her kitchen also might complicate it a little bit too. Cover Made By: @fuckinpasta (Under Construction) - Lmao not anymore
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I owed her a proper letter, I didn't write enough, but what could I say. It seemed like everyone else wrote so much more than me, but they probably had more people to write to than just their mom. Every time I tried to tell her what happened with Anne, what the trenches were like, how desperately I had to hold myself together, the agony I was always in, why should she know, what was the point. I never could figure out if it was kind or cruel that demons could never have demonic parents, my mom's humanity meaning she would never know how it was, and sometimes, like now, I wouldn't tell her if I could. I like being her invincible daughter, like no other succubus, how happy she was when I convinced her I would survive this, and I would, but she didn't need to know how, but I couldn't lie. My letter told her I was alive, not sick or injured, that I miss my home, I miss her, that I love her. It was what I could manage, so it had to be enough, she would understand. This is smut with a lot of plot. Content Warnings/Additional Tags (This is intended to be a fun read, but one where characters deal with serious issues). Lesbian Infertility Queer Gender Dysphoria Legal Discrimination Eating Disorders Guns Futa Chronic Pain Bigotry

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