Page 93 of Bad Habits

Every day I walk into her room and get the same phrase:

“Forgive me father, for it is with you I wish to sin.”

And what kind of father would I be if I didn’t attend to my little girl?

About Emery

Emery LeeAnn is an International Best Selling Author who lives in Ohio with her family.

Besides being addicted to coffee, she is a true believer that variety adds spice to your life. Writing in every genre gives her the variety she craves. Her characters like to invade her mind every hour of the day usually waking her up in the middle of the night.

Loving the dark and gray side of things, she is exploring her passion with the written word. There are many wonders to come from her in her twisted Wonderland..... Stick around you may find you enjoy her special brand of torture.

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Nefarious

Yolanda Olson

Kindess

The quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate.

WARNING

The following story is straight up fucked. I’m giving you a chance to keep on going right by me, however, if you’re feeling brave enough … be advised that this is the darkest story I’ve written to date.

And considering it’s me, that’s saying something.

If you do decide to continue with Nefarious, be very careful around Sister Paloma Grace.

Let’s just say all the trigger warnings and call it a day.

Blurb

Before I was discarded for the final time on the doorstep of this place, I had been treated as a hand me down.

A pushover that no one wanted and needed to get rid of, but I was happier then. The rules were never as strict, the punishments nowhere near as brutal, and no unkind word was ever spoken to me above a whisper.

Things changed after I felt the cane for the first time.

Spare the rod and spoil the child extends far greater than anyone can know inside the walls of Our Lady of Heavenly Hope—a place where no such thing exists, and if it does, it died inside of me such a long time ago that I can't remember what it feels like.

The halls have gone silent lately and I like it best this way.

I'll learn to be kind again and I'll bestow it on the person that needs it the most.

And in the end, everything will be okay.

A Prayer Under Pressure

Hail Mary full of hate