Daughter Sexy Novels & Stories

Consequences be damned. My mate saunters over under the cover of darkness. I feel him press his body against mine. His muzzle buried in my neck inhaling my scent. A growl of approval rumbling in his chest. I wish to stay right here forever. Pretend we are alone in this embrace. Our two wolves leaned against one another, their own moment with their destined mate. “Shift, my daughter of Selene! Shift as your Immaculate Mother commands!” The woman says, her voice full of authority.

My whole body screamed in protest at the sudden stop. The door opened. It was Cara— Leo’s younger sister. “Good afternoon, Miss James,” she said politely, stepping inside with her school bag slung over one shoulder. “Evening, princess,” I managed to reply. My voice sounded too high, too fake. I tried to smile like nothing had happened, but my face felt hot. I could still taste Leo on my lips. Cara’s eyes flicked between us. She was only sixteen, but teenagers notice everything. A tiny frown appeared on her forehead, but she didn’t say anything about it.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

Behind her, Xavier stood just as dazed, his sword flickering in and out of form. "Where are we?" he asked. "The Codex pulled us in," Ceres whispered. "Or she did." A third presence shimmered into view before them. Small. Still. And standing precisely between them and a throne that did not belong to either of them. "Nya," Ceres breathed. Their daughter turned to them slowly, her hair rippling like smoke, her eyes glowing with a soft, unearthly fire. But it wasn't rage. It wasn't powerful. It was knowing.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

The girl looked young and energetic. She donned a sexy miniskirt with a few braids flowing down her back. A tiny pair of dimples appeared on her cheeks as she pursed her lips slightly. Her pair of large and beautiful eyes appeared quite stunning. A girl that oozed such a youthful aura like her would definitely catch one’s attention. “So this is the Drake family’s second daughter? You’re really a stunning little beauty. If you already look so pretty at such a young age, what will you become in two years’ time when you grow older?”

Sweet Jesus God in heaven, those curves. Full, round breasts that I want to weigh in my hands. Hips I want to slide my hands over and grip as I sink deep inside her. And that ass… “That’s as much of an introduction as you’ll get to my daughter,” Darren says in annoyance. Shit. His daughter? That possibility never even crossed my mind, but who else did I think she was?

I called again—still nothing. She was locked in the basement, but… it was her family’s mansion. What could really go wrong? After a few more attempts, I stopped calling. “Adam,” Eva called from across the store. “Come look at this. Doesn’t it look perfect on me?” She held up a diamond necklace. She wasn’t wrong—it was stunning. “You look stunning, Eva.” I smiled at her. Don said proudly. “You look just like your mother did at your age.” Eva slipped her arm through his, smiling sweetly. “Papa, I know it’s a bit expensive, but since you say I look like Mom… how about—”

Next to the tub, the beautiful girl was waiting for him in a pink bra and panties—making him swallow hard. "Ehm ... you're so sexy, Dear Emmy!" William praised her, handing a glass of wine to the girl. She smiled shyly and replied, "You’re sexier, Brother. Like a model from a men’s magazine—so hot. Rroooaarr!" William laughed loudly in the bathroom. He pulled Emmy by the waist and kissed her deeply on the lips of his adorable beloved. "Uhm ... let's sink into the bathtub, Sweety!" he said in a hoarse voice as desire rose to the surface.

The picture of a beautiful woman dressed in sexy clothes was the first thing Eric saw. "Slut, bitch, Daddy's mistress."