Mom Daughter Bond Novels & Stories

On the day of her father's death, she was kidnapped alongside her people by the most ruthless alpha to ever exist. Alpha Zeddicus turned Olivia into a special slave, he deprived her of her powers and used black magic so she will never have access to it. Olivia falls in love with Greyson, a slave mate and a demon-werewolf breed, but she couldn't be with him because of that. And she lost it when she found out that the moon goddess mated her to Alpha Zeddicus. There's no escape, Olivia must live and accept her cruel fate. But could the rules of the moon goddess be tampered with? Was it really the moon goddess who mated her? And will she sacrifice her love for Greyson just because he is a demon? What about her people who were enslaved, will she forget all these and focus on the core mission? Read “The Alpha's Bond Captive” to see how Olivia will overcome these obstacles.

I was just 7 years old when my dad abandoned my mother and I. After a few months my mother was killed and I was taken to an orphanage. One year later I was adopted by a mafia boss. He gave me the fatherly love I never experienced but his life was cut short to and I was crowned the heir to the Mafia empire. Now I will avenge my loved one's death...But an unexpected feeling sets in...

Minerva is whimsical, liberal and somewhat spoiled. She is the daughter of an important CEO, who owns one of the biggest companies of these times. When her father decides to hire a bodyguard to take care of her while she is on vacation, the girl will cry out loud, despite the fact that he is the most handsome and sexy man she has ever seen. However, more are the fights between them, especially because the "guardian" thinks she is just a silly little girl with a credit card. But he soon realizes that she is a good-hearted, if somewhat immature, girl, yet he can't help but be attracted to her and must choose between his job or what he feels in his heart. At the same time, an enemy from the past shows up to hurt Minerva, so he has to go to her rescue before it's too late and she learns that he wasn't a common bodyguard as he had led her to believe.

Aaron, an FBI agent, pretended to be a driver to obtain evidence against Hilaire Clinton, accused of money laundering. He had planned everything except one thing: to fall under the spell of his daughter who would become an obsession for him. “Fuck me.” “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Each has his little hidden secrets, his regrets, his moments of panic, his desires, his wounded hearts and his broken souls. Many people come in and out of our lives, some leave us scars, regrets and others leave us good memories. We live in a world where sex reigns, love almost disappears, a world where it is better to imagine or invent a life, a world where lies have taken over but whatever we do the truth will always be there and will burst at an unexpected moment. Hilary Clinton had just blown out her eighteen candles when the idea of discovering the effects of sex crossed her mind, she fantasized about the new driver, the latter, being a secret agent, had integrated into the Clintons' house in order to obtain evidence against the daughter's father who will become an obsession for him. Lost between work and envy, Aaron could no longer back down unfortunately. “Fuck me.”She told him in a breath. “No.” “Why?” “You are my boss's daughter.” Will he resist for a long time?

This book is rated 18+ and it contains explicit sexaul content, graphics, language and dark, obsessive theme. Be Warned He was sold for two hundred million dollars, yet he wasn’t just a man. A god in chains, stripped of his divinity, placed in the hands of a mafia king. What happens when pride meets obsession? When a heart that swore to hate begins to waver? When the one who bought you begins to feel like the one you cannot escape? Is love still forbidden when it feels like destiny? Or is destiny the cruelest punishment of all? A god. A mafia. A bond that should never exist. Will desire destroy them or set them free?

My name is Chris and I was publicly humiliated, flogged and disgraced by the Math Teacher, in front of my classmates. Embarrassed, in tears and angered I vowed to take revenge on him even though I know it would be very unlikely for me to do that since I am just a teenager, a high school student whereas he is not just my school teacher but an adult. However luck would shine on me when I heard the news that the Math Teacher's son would be transferring to our school. At last! I can finally get revenge on my Maths Teacher's through his unfortunate son. But I would get the shook of my life when I discovered the Teacher's child is not a HE but a SHE! The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So what do you think? Will I continue with my plan of seeking revenge on the Maths Teacher's through his child? Or Am I about to fall in love with My Teacher's Daugher?

Mercy was all I asked for but I guess I didn't deserve it. Dragged by her long nappy hair, like a heavy bag carried by a weak person through the mud and sand. Her screams and begging fell of deaf ears, not even her father batted an eye. Torture seemed to find her everywhere, even now, as everyone applauded with smiles, wishing the newly wedded couple, a beautiful life ahead. A marriage that marked the beginning of endless an and undisturbed torture.

My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."

After the Dead Forest Pack was invaded, Sharmaine was sold out by her stepfather, and she was forced to become the mistress of a perverted older man. Sharmaine protested and fled. She begged her biological father for help but accidentally fell into another trap. Her biological father forced her to become a substitute for her sister to marry a useless werewolf. It seemed like her life was over, but her life took a new turn when she met him.

I quickly rushed ahead and saw her lying near the edge where the huge cut tree had fallen a few days ago. Half of her body was resting in water while the other half was resting on the side of the tree. "No," I whispered as I ran ahead, instantly jumping into the river and grabbing her body, pulling it into my arms. I was sniffling and trying to hold back my tears while I swam back to land. Once she was placed on the ground, I looked at her helplessly, tears running down my cheeks. My body was trembling, and my wolf was whimpering loudly. I felt nauseous, and my head was throbbing badly. "She's fine," I said to myself in a cracked voice as I raised my hand and placed it on her chest. "Alpha!" Harvey called when he reached where I was. I looked at him with blurry vision, then back at my mate. "Why?" I whispered in a cracked voice. "Why can't I feel her heartbeat, Harvey?" I asked with a heavy heart, then moved my hand to my chest as I felt like I was suffocating.