Impregnate Daughter Novels & Stories

After our parents ended their marriage, my sister and I became the children they passed back and forth between two packs. Every August, the leaders of the two packs sat down to decide where we would live for the coming year. Both our names were on the agreement, but there was only one daughter they ever fought to keep: my younger sister, Lena. Mom wanted to take her to the coast for the winter. Dad had already promised to spend the next full-moon celebration with her. In the end, they agreed to go together so Lena wouldn’t have to choose. When it was my turn, Mom suggested a school dorm. Dad reminded her that I wasn’t his responsibility that year. Neither of them asked where I wanted to go.

Say hello to Morena for me. INTERLUDE My daughter was the spitting image of me. It was like having a shard of mirror break free from a vanity, grow legs, and come to shine all your flaws onto you. She was furious when she stepped into her father’s gardening store, rightfully so, but I hoped that the flowers would soothe her. They always calmed me, the henbane and mugwort, perfect for potions, and the lavender, meant for incense and teas. Her father looked up from his watering can and dropped it.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

"How could you not tell me that that lost son of a f***er was trying to harass you? Did I train you to be that weak?!" Eleanor demanded from her daughter who was just slouched tiredly to her couch, days after the incident with Damon's arrest happened in the house.

She is my daughter and I will decide what she does and does not do. In collaboration with your father, who is much better a man than you are, he has helped me capture my daughter and enslave her to a place where you will never find her. I am writing this letter to order you to stop this madness. Stop looking for her. She was never yours to begin with, Ryan Monroe. Focus on trying to keep your Pack from sinking. Focus on trying to build an empire before your father finds it. Before he rips your head from your shoulders. My daughter speaks highly of you. You should hear her when she’s screaming and begging for her mate. She thinks you're going to save her and I am at a lack of words at how muc

No father-in-law wants to see the tool that her daughter got impregnated by. That evening the entire house was filled with happiness and laughter. ~~~~ The End ~~~~

“I can’t believe how soft it is. And it smells so good.” Catherine walked over to the mirror in the hallway and stroked her hands along the front panels of the jacket and made a pose, and I clenched my jaw and told myself not to stare. But since she didn’t make it especially easy, I decided to give Jakehis present, to get my mind elsewhere. “Seriously, dad?” he muttered, and gave me a frown that said it all. “Hey, your car needs it. And you need to learn how to take care of your things, because when the rust first arrives, it tightens its grip like cancer if you don’t react fast. You need to...”

"She is our daughter—not some cursed relic to be hidden behind stone and warded gates!" Tarek didn't flinch. "I have stood beside you on every battlefield, Xavier. I bled under your banner. But you know I speak not out of cowardice—only survival. If she ignites something we can't extinguish..." Councilwoman Maldra leaned forward, voice like broken glass. "She may no longer be yours," she said grimly. "She may be Flame incarnate. The Codex warned of a child that remembers—not one that obeys."

He looked intimidating. “Prepare her!” my father said to my mother, who had been silent. Mother pulled me and led me into the building. This building was the Mating Cabin. I shouldn't have been here. “Wait! What the hell?” I struggled in my mother's grip. “Iona Easternwood, you are my daughter. You follow my orders,” my father's Alpha voice echoed in my head like a spell, making me lose control of my body. "Now get in there and prepare yourself to mate," said my father.

“Do you know how many ladies will give up their mates for him in a heartbeat? He is the Beta’s son for crying out loud.” “And I am the Alpha’s daughter!” “All the more reason you have to listen to me.” “Even if anything is to happen between Balor and me,” I insisted. “It has to come naturally, not doctored by you or the pack.” My dad’s lips moved to reply, but the grand doors pushed open, the groan making my head jerk in that direction. Daemon sauntered in like he just got out of bed, his hair messy, a rumpled white shirt covering his torso, and the same pants from last time.