Impregnate Daughter Novels & Stories

All those careful years of planning, of positioning his offspring in strategic locations throughout allied and rival territories alike, all potentially exposed because he'd underestimated his daughter's abilities. "Stupid, weak little mouse," he muttered, though the insult rang hollow even to his own ears. The daughter he'd dismissed had installed cameras throughout their quarters, had formed a sixfold mate bond with the Alpha's sons, and was now reaching through bloodline connections he hadn't even known could be accessed this way.

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.

“She is the reason we keep fighting. Not Victor’s empire. Not the syndicate. Her. We give her the life we never had.” Damien nodded, his eyes shining with new resolve. “The heir that was not. She is ours. And we will burn down anything that tries to take her from us.” Our daughter slept peacefully between us, her striking eyes closed but her presence filling the room with hope. Victor’s medical team had lied for months. They had created the illusion of a son to satisfy a dead man’s obsession. But the truth had come in the middle of the storm. A beautiful girl. Damien’s daughter. The one who broke every cold rule Victor had ever made.

A message from Marco, sent with the precision of a business memo: "I have withdrawn our engagement announcement. The official reason cited is irreconcilable differences. Effective immediately, we are no longer affiliated in any capacity. All shared assets are frozen pending review." Before I could process the words, another notification lit up. The family's encrypted channel—usually reserved for high-level security alerts. My father's statement: [My daughter Gemma has been disowned for attempted extortion and mental instability. She is severed from the Blackwell family effective now. Her actions from this moment forward are her own, and she is barred from all family properties and communicat

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

she stated instantly. "My intellect recognizes his hatred for females who flaunt their scent-trails before his vanguard circle. Consequently, I refuse to populate the ranks of those common hounds... Even though my boots traverse every frozen path to witness his matches, my form never advances within his direct periphery. Not even to secure a combat mark on my armor..." This high-born daughter was functionally another version of Emily's past shadow... She was manifesting the identical internal landscape that had defined Emily’s existence before the bond solidified. The solitary divergence was the target of the fixation: her spirit answered to Daniel, not Lucas...

When Xander arrived, he stood up and turned toward us, then froze. Drake: You look so much like your mother. He wanted to rush toward me, but I dodged a step back, which made him stop. Xander gently squeezed my hand and said, Alexander: Your daughter went through absolute hell wherever she was. She has no memory of you yet, and, for goodness' sake, I'm the only one who can easily touch her right now. You have to take it slow and let her come to you.

“I don't understand.” “You will.” The girl knelt in front of Aria. “You were created from the last piece they could not control.” Aria's eyes widened. “Choice.” “Yes.” Emily stepped between them. “She is not a piece of you.” The First Daughter looked up. “No.” She smiled. “She became something more.” Emily felt the words settle inside her. The First Daughter stood. “That is why I needed her.” Emily's expression hardened. “You're not taking my daughter.” “I don't want to take her.”

What I only cared about was the fact she was now mine, and no one would ever fucking have her but me. When I called her my beautiful slut, I meant it in the most possessive, dominating way possible. Because she was mine. All my twisted fantasies were coming true. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I lined up my cock with her sweet, wet, little hole. “My girl.” I shoved in deep and in one thrust, impaling my daughter with the biggest cock I knew she’d ever seen and felt. “Jesus Christ,” I cursed. She was so tight, the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.

“This womb belongs to Daddy now.” When the last spasm finally faded, I stayed buried inside her, savoring the way her pussy continued to flutter around me. I looked down at the beautiful, obscene sight: my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter sprawled across my throne, legs spread wide, royal pussy gaping and overflowing with my cum. Her breasts were covered in my bite marks. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction and submission. I slowly pulled out, watching with dark pride as a thick glob of my seed dripped from her ruined hole.