Dad Impregnates Daughter Stories Novels & Stories

"Honey, this is the child born from our love. How're you feeling? Happy?" Tears welled up in her eyes. "This is something we created together. Of course I'm happy!" I opened my arms and drew my wife and children into my embrace. "I'm the happiest man in the world. Thank you for giving me this beautiful family of four, honey!" As soon as my words fell, a venomous voice rang out in the ward. "Daniel Coleman, go to hell! You're the one who sent me to prison. My life is ruined because of you. What makes you think you get to be this happy?"

It was my daughter that I had never seen in nearly six years and this time around she was looking good and kind of chubby but then she looked really pretty just like me ,but what was she doing with that man ,she was just a bloody Betrayal . She stole my husband for the second time . "I told you that daughter would be of no good but you decided on keeping her now see what had happened she stole your husband and made him divorce you "mom yelled at me .that daughter of a bitch "I yelled frustratingly as I let out the tears . In my whole life if someone had told me that my own daughter was going to cause me this much pain then I would doubt but it was happening , she's doing those things I hated

Dominant Daddy (5) EMMA I went back home after my Father-in-law dealt with my pussy in the sweetest way ever how his son had never done. I woke up the next morning with a heavy heart, my body still sore from everything Daniel did to me in his dark pleasure room.

“Even if you hate your dad that much, you can’t—” “Mommy,” Ana softly cut her off, her head lowered to look at the candle shaped in five. “Divorce father, and marry Papa Uncle instead. I be okay..” “You won’t. Divorcing a fated mate means defying the will of the moon goddess. Your still a child, you don’t know how severe the punishment will be bestowed upon the offspring that two mates had after bonding.” Aliana took a deep breath after explaining, though, Ana just chuckled softly, taking her little hand out of her own.

Carmela rounded the corner just as Damion spoke, his tone cold and clipped. “Your daughter is pregnant.” The words hit her like a physical blow, her breath catching in her throat. Her mother’s eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her chest. “What? Carmela…” She turned to her daughter, her expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment. “I…” Carmela’s voice faltered. “She’s pregnant,” Damion repeated, his tone harsh, “and it’s not mine. I’ve never touched her.” Her father’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. “Carmela, is this true?”

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

After she comes here, her baby can sleep by herself. She was relieved that her baby is well behaved but when she remembers how her son always cries for attention at the age of Damia now, she feels guilty with her little princess. She wonders if her daughter's behavior was affected by her temper when her baby still growing in her stomach. When she was pregnant Damia’s, she had been accused by her husband that the baby was not his, she also lost her mother at that time, so she doesn't have anyone to share her problem with. She endures it patiently while her husband will come home only to tortured her physically and mentally. She endured it for the sake of her son and her future baby.

“Your father still hates your mother, I'm afraid he might get another wife to bear him a son and you would never get the throne.” Pamela scoffed. “The throne have always been mine.” “Yes, but we have to make sure it is yours, he shouldn't change his mind, after all you are a woman and your mother failed.” “I am willing to do anything to make sure that throne becomes ours.” “That’s my girl,” Dawn whispered, pulling her into a kiss. Their kiss deepened as their tongues locked, exploring each part of their mouth, devouring each other saliva. Dawn slowly moved his hands to her butt, giving it a squeeze, his tongue still locked with hers.

This is called "heteropaternal superfecundation." "Heteropaternal super... what? Damn, I'm not that good at math, I promise." I said. I immediately left my phone and looked online to see what Damon had discussed. "Mom told me that she used to have a boyfriend. A werewolf likes us, but he isn't her imprint. "You know the rules about imprinting, don't you?" asked Damon. "She is engraved to my dad, but she loves her boyfriend of several years. But dad found out that mom gave herself to her boyfriend, and that's why he raped mom."