Breeding My Daughter 소설 & 이야기

I ask, who has dungeons these days? “Yes.” She lets out a watery giggle. “Our packhouse was an old castle that came equipped with dungeons. My father was able to go back and forth getting people out a few at a time. I tried to help, early on the the ranked member’s daughters were kept in the upper bedrooms for breeding. The rogue alpha was looking to have the strongest pup and he didn’t care how many girls he needed to go through to get one.” I can’t focus on that right this second or I am liable to crash the truck. “So how did you help you dad get people out?” I ask as a distraction from the other topic.

She loves Devyn so much, it will hurt her a bit but she will still choose what makes Devyn happy. I pinch her cheeks once again. "That's right, baby. It's your life so you will make your own choice. We will interfere when your choices are bad, okay?" I said so she nodded. "Besides, Dada," she said so I stopped drinking coffee. "You can make another Baby! It says in this book that an animal can have many children! Like dogs, sometimes they have five, four or three children!" My Daughter even turned me into an animal. I bite my lip and stop laughing. One or maybe another one is right so that Devyn has a companion to grow old with. Two kids will be good?

My mother said sadly. I rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't feel that way if you gave Summer a chance, she will be your daughter in a few weeks." I said smiling. I could literally hear my mother rolling her eyes through the phone. "Listen I told you I'll be civil toward her because you're going to mate her and have me some grandbabies, but that's all you're gonna get. She is very rude, disrespectful, has no empathy or compassion, for none of the women in our pack. She doesn't spend time with none of the other pack members besides her uppity ass friends. Do you know she hasn't started her Luna training yet? And that's a big job; being a Luna isn't about being a pretty face. You have to know how to

I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder. Unfortunately, that’s what will happen if I can’t convince her to do this willingly. My father will kill her if she doesn’t give me heirs. To him, that’s all Lacey is good for. He will let me turn her when the time is right and when we have the exact formula to do such a thing. Until then, Lacey is to give me as many kids as possible. If she fails to comply, my father won’t hesitate to kill her. I wouldn’t be able to stop him either. Yes, I’m king, but not killing her would make me look weak at that point.

After I graduate, I will work full time, and my man will be home with our cubs. I smile, feeling happy and refreshed. I make my way to the kitchen and peek in. My mate has our daughter strapped to his chest in a sling. Sage snoozes away against her daddy’s bare skin and she takes comfort in his scent. I know my mate has changed her, fed her from the breast milk stored in the fridge, and rocked her to sleep for her morning nap. Our daughter got his emerald eyes, and his ferocious appetite, but everything else came from me. Slade doesn’t mind at all.

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

"I LOVE YOU DADDY! TAKE MY PUSSY! MAKE IT YOURS, IT WAS ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO BE YOURS. I DON'T CARE CUM IN IT! MAKE A BABY IN ME. I DON'T CARE ABOUT SCHOOL, LET ME STAY WITH YOU DADDY! DON'T GIVE ME BACK! MAKE ME YOUR PRINCESS SLUT AND BABY MAMA!" Those words crashed into Greg's heart and mind, and he lost all control ramming his cock into his daughter over and over and as his cum blasted out of his cock into his daughters Tara's fertile womb he roared "NEVER GIVING YOU BACK! YOU ARE MINE, PRINCESS!"

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

I tightened my hold on my trembling daughter, my voice ringing with fury. "Becca, how could you twist the truth in front of all these guests? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" She turned pleading eyes toward Robert. "Robert, Audrey still can't accept me. Maybe I should just take the children and leave the Langer family…" His face darkened, disappointment flickering in his gaze as he looked at me. "Audrey, I've spoiled you and Lucy for too long. If you can't discipline her as a mother, then I'll do it as her father."

A deep, rich baritone voice says behind me. I whip around and there he is, Avani. He’s the last male of our kind. If I wasn’t mated to an Alpha werewolf, I would be drawn to him. I’m sure my cousins, the other female dragons are. It’s in our genetics. The only way we can create more dragons is if we breed with another dragon. While my daughter is showing signs of the dragon gene, she was not hatched from an egg. She will never be a full-blooded dragon.