Daughter Breeding Novels & Stories

I asked with my hand on her arm. “I’ll tell you after we humor Aaliyah,” she said and pulled me into the bathroom. She grabbed a spray bottle to moisturize my hair and brushed it into a high ponytail. Then she added a little product to my kinky curls. “The guy Aaliyah found was cute, maybe this will be good for you.” I rolled my eyes and proceeded to wash my face a bit before putting on my moisturizer, lipgloss, and a little bit of blush. For my daughter’s sake, I’ll at least try to look nice.

Daria looked deeply into her daughter’s eyes. It wasn’t that long ago when she held her in her arms, small and curled into a little ball, fitting in her two palms. She wasn’t a tiny baby anymore. Her little daughter, whom she pampered at that time, grew up. In front of her is sitting a grown woman carrying another life in her belly. Daria let out a silent sigh.

**A Daughter’s Secret** The morning sunlight spilled into Isabelle and Andrew’s home, casting a warm glow over their tranquil surroundings. Yet, Isabelle couldn’t shake the growing unease that had settled in her heart. Her daughter, Liliana, was changing in ways that defied explanation. At just three months old, she appeared closer to a three-year-old, her body developing far beyond normal growth patterns.

A note lay on the pillow in Damien’s bold handwriting: “Be a good girl today, princess. Come straight home after classes. Daddy will be waiting.” A shiver ran down her spine, even his note made her wet. She showered quickly, wincing at the dark hickeys on her breasts and inner thighs. No amount of makeup was going to hide all of them. She chose a modest cream blouse and a knee-length skirt, hoping it would be enough to look innocent for school.

He turns to take his daughter off Aura. “You, young lady, will be punished. You know your mom is ready to give birth any day now. So no desserts until the baby is born.” Dahlia folds her little arms over her chest with a pout on her lips. I can’t help but giggle at her face. She snaps her gaze to me and I see her eyes glow bright ice blue. I instantly stop giggling and look away. “But daaaadddddy, that’s so not fair.” She protests as Titus puts her on her feet and another enormous man comes forward with two women and a little boy next to them.

NOT FOR MONEY AT ATLEAST FOR HUMANITY. LET THE GIRL FACE THE WORLD SHE IS BLESSED WITH WINGS LET HER FLY A Daughter is someone who makes you smile with her cute little blabber At the end of the day, she will make you adore her. So., Stop killing a Female child . Let's step into the story, " Ahh.....wahhhhh Awhhhhhh...... wahhhh " The child cried out hardly as her tears slipped out from her eyes. The Doctor took it carefully without hurting and cut out the umbilical cord which was wrapped around her.

A long awkward silence ensued before Daemon broke it. “But I am not your father, Devon. I’m not saying I would break traditions but my child, no matter if it’s a boy or a girl, will be loved accordingly. You’re right. My world is not for girls. Only strong women could survive here, that's why I would raise my daughter to be that kind of woman.” That got her thinking. Is she still a girl or has she become a woman now? The thought almost made her cry when she realized one thing.

"But not with me?" She shakes her head. "I like talking to you. You listen to me and you don't judge me." "I'm flattered. But I'm the last fucking person to be giving relationship or sex advice." I lean back in the chair and push my empty plate away. I can't think about Kyra having sex. My brain is way too mangled up with visions of her as a little girl and the glimpse of her half-naked ass I saw a few minutes ago. She's growing up too fast. It seems like just yesterday I was babysitting her. Now she's asking me questions about sex and looking less like a little girl and more like a woman. It's confusing as hell, and I have no idea how Aiden is dealing with this shit.

"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"

Lancer looked toward the little girl standing far away from him, quietly explaining. Now that he looked closely at his daughter after a long time, only now did he realize.. how Ana became so thinner, far thinner than how he remembered her from the past. As if, she can be blown away easily by the wind. Her favorite oversized sweater, hung loosely over her shoulders, making her seem even more smaller. Those pair of dull eyes had dark circles beneath them, as her breathing was quieter.. too weak. “Really?” Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?”