Madre E Hija Desnudas Novels & Stories

I barked at whoever the bastard was. “Son.” Fuck! “Mother? Give me a second.” I fixed my clothes and put on my belt. The maid got off the bed, picked up her panties, and adjusted her dress. She turned and opened the door. Mother was standing right in front of her. She bowed and snuck off. Mother came inside, glancing at the ruffled sheet and at me. Then she took a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m not gonna judge. I mean, you're an Alpha. You're entitled to some b-side pleasure. “

It was not fear—they were not entirely afraid—but recognition of the Dark’s reach. Suddenly, a scream echoed from the clearing. The middle child had acted, moving swiftly to intercept the eldest, her hand thrust into the firelight. The air erupted with tension as she pulled, trying to drag the eldest back, resisting what she could not fully comprehend. Shadows lashed around them like living snakes, curling, probing, testing, biting at every hesitation.

Cynthia’s hand flies to her mouth in horror. Mateo can't still breath properly after seeing the photograph. His whole body trembles uncontrollably. Mateo can't bring himself to believe it. But the photo clearly shows that Isabella and Roman's both sleeping naked in one bed. And they're hugging each other while sleeping peacefully together. He's at the living room now, with his mother, Dalia and Rose because they're concerned. “This... I just found this. It was delivered today," Mateo said in a trembling voice. He hands the photograph to his mother again, Dalia and Rose lean in to look, their expressions turning to shock. His mother speaks,

He was still finding it difficult to believe that he already bore threr kids and the woman that gave birth to them did not let him know about it and yet, she used to work under him! Who the hell does that? He thought again and glared more coldly at her as the bodyguard led them to a very private part of the restaurant. How did he want to explain such ugly relationship that existed between them? The mother of his kids was his stepsister or the mother of his kids was the daughter to his stepmother. Just so annoying! She was shocked to see Stephen and her mother, already seated. The moment they set their eyes on them, they looked as if they had been waiting for them.

was boldly written above. Everyone knew Richard Blackwood was Alpha Asher's late father. But Rose Nightfall! That's my late mother's name.

Weird. We removed our dress and handed them over to my mother prior to the Luna's instructions. It was definitely weird to be stark naked in front of a little crowd. Okay that was an exaggerated comment. We were only six, the Luna, Lilly's mother, my mother, and the three of us. It still felt crowded for me.

"Isabella, how could you say such a thing? Vincenzo and I have treated you so well, so why would you slander us?" "Slander?" I let out a cold laugh and walked over to the large screen. After I pressed the play button, I said, "Open your eyes and see for yourselves what kind of 'pure angel' you've been worshipping." On the screen, the first video showed Sofia faking illness at the family banquet. Her actions of secretly skipping her medication and devouring a steak were clearly visible. This was followed by the recording of Elena abusing Ettore and me. Her insults, the sound of the whip striking, and our cries were jarring to everyone present.

“A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!” The absolute cruelty of her words broke something deep inside me. The emotional weight became too much to bear, and my legs completely gave out. I sank right down to the cold floor, burying my crying face in my hands, sobbing violently. “I… I tried so hard to resist him. I didn’t want this to happen. I hate the bond! I didn’t want… to be his… mate.” My mother stood tall over me, looking down at my shaking body on th

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m