Dirty Daughter Novels & Stories

:::::: SMUT ALERT:::::: Raj opened her dress... He left her completely nude... "You are still the same when I do it for the first time... " Disha smiles.. Disha was such a beautiful girl.. Her body curves were still perfect after her delivery .. Anyone could tell she was a wife and mother by seeing her fitness.

The baby. Smaller than Dakota had ever seen her. Her hair was limp against her shoulders, no perfect waves, no glossy shine. Her face was pale and bare, stripped of all the makeup she used as armor. She looked like someone who had been emptied of everything that had once puffed her up. Vanity, arrogance, pride. Diana lifted her head as Dakota entered, and something fragile flickered in her eyes. “It’s a girl,” she said quietly. The words hit Dakota harder than she expected. A girl. A niece. A new life brought into all this darkness.

she began The tears were tugging at Isha’s lids but she blinked them away “That's not news, who am I then?” “Dredger” Sapphire swallowed “Aaron Dredger is your father.” She took a side glance towards the door to make sure no one was listening “If I were you, I wouldn't let anyone else know.” She moved from where she stood for the first time since she came in and as she got closer, Isha moved backwards. She found it hard to recognize her mother, she felt disgusted too and all she wanted to do was to be left alone at that moment. “Why?” She asked when she could find her voice “I thought you loved dad.”

The moon was shining brightly on this particular night, though. Then suddenly there was a loud crying voice of a girl, this was heard all around the village. She was wearing a short mid-length white frock, which was covered in blood. Its red liquid dying the once beautiful cloth a deep red. Along with that, her long wavy hair and her bright emerald eyes are covered with tears. Her dress is mostly ripped, the rest being bloody. She is Zia. Zia is a 10-year-old mute girl living with her single mother.

He smiled when he noticed her, without wasting any time we both approached her. goodness this woman is gorgeous. She reminds me of Theo Lamoreaux, The French Don. That's when Shira Lamoreaux, the eldest daughter of Mr. Lamoreaux, they look so alike, she's got his feisty eyes similar to tigers. It held power and I liked that.

Davish always hid her daughter away from his brother's sons because he knew how they were and how their sons were too. There was a thirteen-year age gap between Ansh and Dhani. Porishma taught her to call Baba to Davish and Maa to her. She was a quick learner and always followed her father and brother like a lost puppy and looked at them with innocent big black puppy eyes that melted their hearts. Her one smile that always popped dimples on her cheeks made them forget about their pain, tension, and problems. She was DHAANI Porishma Grey. Monster's PRINCESS

Business first; my desires can wait. Himaldila Dija is the daughter of the famous Mrs Himaldila, a business typhoon and single mother who grew herself out of the ashes of an abusive husband and tumultuous marriage, leaving the union with three daughters. With the support of her daughters, Mrs. Himaldila successfully has three companies.

a Child. A child that looked like Darrel. Fuck.. The image of Darrel fucking his Mate, Jenna hard, and she gripping his clothes while moaning in pleasure, filled my head, and I gripped the door for support. My mind went back to my daughter, that Nobody had known anything about, Darcy, who had died at the age of two. The feeling I felt seven years ago,came back washing over me, giving me goosebumps. “Hardin.” I said slowly and he looked up and saw me.

Oslaz said. "Oh..." Understanding flickered across her face—but vanished just as fast. She scrunched her features in disbelief. "People do that? Young people of today… Did you do that with Zyliah?" She immediately faced me. "Did he do that to you?" I shook my head. She turned to him. "What's her last name?" "Bermout. Claire Bermout. She's the daughter of..." "Danielle Holly Bermout. The famous actress and musician?" Grandma Charlotte wrinkled her nose.

"Mom! Dad!!" The shout forced Adimasta and Clarissa to turn their heads. Cori looked at her parents with a big smile. Adimasta and Clarissa were glaring in shock. The little girl was soaking wet, with black spots on some parts of her clothes. Obviously, it was dirty water mixed with clay stuck to it. "Cori! Did you fall?!" Clarissa quickly approached her daughter. "Yes! It's all wet." She didn't look scared or sad. The smile was still perched on her lips.