Lesbian Mom And Daughter Novels & Stories

" You foolish girl. The only reason we still live here is because we cannot afford to go anywhere else. This woman is cursed. We cannot even take down her memorial. She came as an angel but turned out , she was the devil all along. A damned daughter or the daughter of the damned, whatever we call her, she will always be a monster. " A laughter filled their room. " Why are you teaching your child nonsense? She had more intelligence than you ignorant, lot. " The woman pulled whatever she could lay her hands on and started swinging at the invisible voice. " Get away from us? Stay away from my daughter. Why are you doing this to us? What do you want from our children? " She swung desperately as

Staring down at my daughter's little lips, sucking away on my breast was something else though. "You got everything she needs, for me too." Liam watched with dark eyes as our daughter got her fill. "You're so weird, Liam." "I'm so horny. Your breasts are so large, baby." I shook my head at him and looked down at our daughter. This felt right. This was our home. Liam, Jax, and our daughter will forever be a part of me. She belonged to us and we weren't ever letting her go again.

“You’ve done everything for them, and they’re throwing us out like trash!” “Mongrels!” Celeste keeps screaming, hurling more insults at Elvira, at my mother, at all of us. Mom fights against Lia’s grip, spitting curses across the room. “You’ll die a dog’s death for touching my daughter. I’ll kill you. I’ll curse you!” Mom mutters darkly under her breath, while Lia struggles to hold her back.

“You haven’t told her.” “No. She needs to focus on her studies and not worry about my love life.” “How considerate.” She sneered at him. He looked at her in surprise. “Do you remember how she was before she admitted that she was a lesbian? She was miserable. She damned near killed herself. Quite a bit of her family quit talking to her. Her step-dad kicked her out. If there is anyone in your life who knows what it feels like to be in an unconventional relationship, it’s your daughter.”

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

It was obvious how much she cherished her precious daughter. Sure enough, Mom's expression changed. She straightened her shoulders and said to Kellan, "There's no need for the sacred cup. I'll tell you straight up that Lia is indeed the daughter I had with my brother, Jason. "But we were not committing incest. Jason and I are not blood-related. He was my father's adopted son, and we have loved each other since we were young. "If Jacob hadn't deliberately won my father's favor and made me marry him, Jason and I would never have been separated! Fortunately, Jacob died young, so I didn't have to spend my days facing someone I don't love."

Then he looked down. "Gemma," his voice was soft, the kind used to calm dogs. "Your father's right. Bianca takes the docks Monday. Thirty billion in assets. She can't miss the ceremony.""She's my twin," my voice tore. "If she donates, she can save me—" "Three months recovery?" He crouched, gripping my chin. Ice-cold. "Three months of vulnerability while the cousins circle? Don't be selfish." I stared at him. My stomach churned.

"It's time to stop apologizing for existing and start showing the world why our existence matters." The vote was unanimous. The Daughter Network was approved. As Luna left the court building, reporters crowded around her. Human and supernatural media, all wanting quotes from the most powerful Daughter alive. "Luna Nightshade, how does it feel to finally achieve your mother's dream?" "It's not just my mother's dream. It's ours. All of us." Luna smiled at the cameras. "And this is just the beginning." In Crescent Moon, I watched the broadcast with tears in my eyes.

Clarisse lifted her chin, stuck out her dirty shoe, and planted her hands on her hips as she glared at Maeve. "Not only do you have to kneel and apologize—you have to kneel down and lick my shoes clean! My mom said raising you is like raising a puppy. Puppies lick their owner's shoes. That's only natural!" Before my eyes, my daughter—who had always been proud and obsessed with cleanliness—actually bent her knees and assumed the posture of kneeling down to lick the shoe. "Maeve, don't!" I grabbed her at once and pressed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard."

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.