Granddaughter Incest Novels & Stories

"I have a request to make of you, my grandson. Her grandmother smiled coldly, evilly, as she was. - I have to maintain a certain contract and a business with some partners, they are relatives of my old enemy. – Your grandmother used to say. - Who would they be? Her grandson questioned her. - The heirs and descendants of the first family to commit the injustice of sacrificing a clan, bringing in some demons, and getting rid of an ancient ancestor of ours. - Your grandmother said. - What should I do then? The boy questioned her. I want you to keep it until that age, until you are 18, keep your personal life, business life separate, hide from this family, about your origin, you will be introduc

"Don't like me, Rey. I don't want incest here." "Not like that, damn it." He said. I laughed, and we stepped into the entrance of my grandfather's opulent mansion. Admittedly, our extended family wasn't from the poor. Out grandfather became the largest marine company holder in the Americas, and Europe. Still, it was all his until it was passed down to an heir: the first child and that went to Uncle Vincent, Reynand's father, and Reynand, being the first grandchild in our family, would automatically be in charge of the company in the future. That's what made him hated by Cannes and my father.

"Home? You no longer have a home the second they learned your mother was having a boy. If she really loves you, why would she have another kid that would fight you for resources? Why are your pants already worn through? "Why did she stop your piano classes? Why isn't there a single doll in your luggage? I bought dozens for you before this. You always insisted on bringing one with you, right? Where are they now?" I had never treated my granddaughter poorly. As a result, she grew up to become a vain girl who refused to wear anything that looked remotely old. Hence, her wardrobe was always overflowing with beautiful outfits. When I learned that she was envious of her classmate's ability to play

What was hard for her to believe was that the sounds were all produced by two old men. “Sal is my granddaughter. I’m going to torture your grandson if she gets hurt!” “What right do you have to torture my grandson! My grandson is your precious granddaughter’s beloved! All you’re doing is hurting your family!” “B*llshit! My granddaughter does not need anyone!”

“T-then my decision to give my blessing to you to marry him was right. . .” “W-what exactly do you mean by that, Mom?” she asked confused. Edithe pulled her to sit on the ledge of the mosele made of cold tiles. “Due to a dark tragedy, thirty-five years ago, Don Marcial made an agreement with Mother that in future generations he would reconcile his first male grandson and the first female granddaughter of Mom when the children reach their right age, and that’s you, darling.” “Your grandmother imprinted on my mind that no matter what happens, we need to break our connection with Don Marcial. If not for his selfishness, my brother and Barbara would not have committed suicide. If he hadn’t oppos

My expression closed up. My mom gave a lopsided grin. "He became part of the family the day he helped me when you were so busy pleasing someone else in the company." She fired with rage. "You want to talk about that now?" I nodded while taking some steps backwards. "What? Are you afraid of taking responsibility and accepting fault? Evan, you left, and all of a sudden you came back with that thing you call your wife. She came out of wedlock, has no parents, and I'm sure she's carrying your child…" Her voice was loud, and she had crossed her boundary.

He’d been told the trip was something to do with her feminist business, but that may have been a lie. Mildly curious, he looked for his own name and found it listed with his two sisters. Above it, he saw his parents’ names and something odd. It seemed his mother’s maiden name was St. Fond as well. A further line connected her to a branch of the family residing in Key West. His parents were cousins . . . distant cousins, but still blood related. Was he the product of incest? The thought nauseated him. He saw many other such pairings all across the chart. Yuck.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I was taking everything with me as they were all my most precious memories. As I carried the heavy box out the door, he hurled a cup at my feet. "Just because you married into the Hansons doesn't mean you get to disobey your parents! Abbie is far more important. She is carrying the first grandson of the Hanson family!" Mom chimed in too, "What you and Jerome did was completely out of line. If the Hanson family falls, how is Abbie supposed to inherit billions?" Clearly, they were still delusional. I set the box down gently, pulled out the adoption document, and slapped it face down on the coffee table.

"Charlotte, even without blood ties, my father was your brother by law!" Suzy couldn't believe how twisted Charlotte's thinking had become. "Even if my mother hadn’t come into the picture, it would’ve been someone else. My father didn’t love you, and even if he did, it would’ve been impossible! A family like ours would never tolerate something so close to incest." "No, you’re wrong!" Charlotte’s voice rose, filled with hysteria. "Your grandparents didn’t care about things like that!" Charlotte snapped, her voice sharp. "Your grandmother even said once that if I had been closer in age to your father, she would’ve gladly welcomed me as her daughter-in-law. They weren’t stuck in outdated tradit