Free Use Daughter Novels & Stories

Literally. The t-shirt saved me. An old, wrinkly Lakers t-shirt that was partially tucked inside the waistband in front, and hid most of her hips and waist. And knowing that the shirt probably belonged to my son poured cold water into my veins. Yet it didn’t help the fact that she wasn’t wearing any bra. Nor did it stop the instant flood of images of me licking and kissing her breasts. It ruined every trace of self-control there was left, and I was horrified by the risk of her seeing what was going on in my pajama’s pants. How could I get turned on like a premature teenager by my daughter-in-law? Or a more honest question...

"Ok, come home tomorrow morning. We have to talk. I love you, little mouse. Never forget that your mother loves you and everything I do is for your happiness. "I don't understand the content of the message, but I'm glad it won't track the girl's cell phone. It would be very bad right now if Augusto Leal found out that his youngest daughter is sleeping in my bed, or not. I smile, looking down at the piece of forbidden meat wrapped like a goddamn gift on my mattress.The thought of making him wonder what his daughter and I are doing alone in a room makes me smile.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

“Victor brought his daughter this time.” “Shit, look at those tits. She’s gonna get wrecked.” Dad pushed me to the center platform under a bright spotlight. He shoved me down on my knees. “Gentlemen,” he announced loudly, “this is Elena, my twenty-one-year-old daughter. She’s home for the summer, fully trained, and on breeding protocol. No condoms, no pulling out. Use her hard tonight. Fill every hole. Break her. Auction for one private hour starts at midnight.”

“You didn’t attend school sir” “Yes. I would go out to play with my band to earn some money to support my family even if it was just a penny a day. I had a lot of raining days until one day, the sun began to shine. My band and I was sponsored by the Coke-Cola company. They took care of our expenses and help some of our parents. With the money I got, I trained myself in school. After my graduation, I got an internship at a big company and was later employed. You see my daughter, the lesson here is to not give up no matter what” “Thank you for the word of advice sir”

"Our parents didn't give her pocket money because she's always been a selfish person since she was young. She steals and takes other people's things. Our parents were just disciplining her." Summer could have been a politician with her ability to twist facts. Instantly, the internet was divided into two camps. The group that sided with Summer immediately formed a 'search' team. [We must find out where Sienna is to save Summer.] The team that supported me said otherwise. [Even if they're sisters, whether or not she save Summer is her personal choice.] Soon, that became the talk of the town. Summer and I were cast right in the spotlight. At that point, someone wrote a comment.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

I hate it, I hate her and I hate my dad. I am Adelaine Night, daughter of the most feared Alpha, Xavier Night. And this ugly witch here is Danica, or I could say my dad's little whore. My dad loves her and she loves my dad. End of the story, but I know that it is not for love but the urge for more power that is keeping these two people together. "Nothing," I say. "Is dad left?" I ask. "Yes," she sighed. "So it is almost time for the cruelty you both do often?" I asked.

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

“You did not come here for cash and most certainly, you will not ruin your shoes in the woods.” Hesther smiled and pouted at her shoes. “You know me too well, Daddy.” “But were you really in the woods?” I probed. “Not me. One of my minions, this louboutins are not for the woods, you know.” My daughter has a huge following in Alabama. She is a celebrity in er own right. Being the only daughter and her good looks gave her access to famedom amd she is not afraid to use it. Yet, this kid wonders why, I prefer Zayn over her. Teens are hard to decipher. I wish their mother was still here to share the burden of parenthood.