Mom Daughter Literotica の小説・ストーリー

We have bacon and eggs for breakfast and a cold glass of orange juice. “Zari, hand these over to Seth later in school. Lili has been requesting this for some time but I always forget.” Mom handed me a small notebook. “What is this? It looks old.” I said as I inspected the rope-bonded notebook. “It’s a recipe book for potions. Come on, eat or you’ll be late.” She is busy packing up cookies that she and Dad will bring to their charity event today. “We are demons doing charity works and outreach programs. Are we okay?” I sighed. My Mom laughed at my remark.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

They all starting walking to the dining hall for breakfast. Sonya opened the gift from her parents while they were walking. She was surprised to find a book titled ‘Moon Goddess Legends and Lore”. It was a beautifully leather-bound book with a moon on the cover which seemed to be almost popping off of it. “Thank you. This is beautiful! I cannot wait to read this.” Sonya exclaimed, hugging each of her parents. “We knew you would like this book since you are always interested in legends. This has some really interesting ones.” Beta Reginald stated matter of factly with a smile on his face.

If only I had buttered popcorn with me… "Some live there too, right?" "Yes, mom." “See?” She finally told my dad, and I could see the doubt starting to creep into his eyes. "The Dalton mansion is very big and it's in fact too big to entertain these kinds of rumors. It’s not like her and that man are sharing a bed! His daughter might, but not him!" "I don't know, dear." My father said, giving it a deep thought as I saw his ultimate defeat looming in the horizon.

Amy exclaimed. "Why? Is it bad? It occupies just a little space in there. And honey it's not filthy, it's actually neat." And it follows another explanations that is heard by the girls from the living room Dolora neglected the little battle of the lion and rat at the kitchen and by that is that: Her Mom is the Lion and Her Dad is the Rat. She hummed as she set store on her nail painted in red. "Cute." And she heard footsteps coming towards her.

It was as if she only asked that question in passing. They came back home, and my mother went into my room for the first time in her life. Books were strewn about haphazardly on my desk. She picked up a random one and flicked through a few pages. After a beat, she clenched her knuckles. I highlighted a lot of points in the chapters outlining the effects of biological families on a person and thoughts of self-harm. The pages were hanging to the spine loosely and would get torn out if someone so much as tugged them the wrong way.

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

She glanced back and forth between me and Lyla. "Oh, hi!" Mum shook her hand and gave her a smile. "So, what do you teach him?" She asked Lyla who stood there looking at me with wide eyes. "Umm... Literature." She spoke, silently asking me for help. "Mum, she is here to buy stuff, just like we are, let's not disturb her." I tried to divert mum's attention from her but she was my mum, curious. "How is he in Literature?" she asked her and ignored me like I wasn't standing there.

The pages of my mother’s journal were old and brittle, each turn revealing more of the secrets she had taken to her grave. I sat by the hearth, the flickering firelight casting long shadows on the walls as I delved deeper into the life Lydia Nightshade had kept hidden from the world—even from me, her daughter.

Lucian was the last person she wanted to talk about. "Yes," He smiled, "Skylar won't be home for breakfast, business stuff I guess," He added while Alexa nodded. "Dad?," She called halting Mr Oliver's step, "Do you by chance still have that green book mom always loved to read?," She inquired, her curiosity and interest piqued about it. Discovering the exact same book at Lucian's house left her puzzled. What was a replica of her mother's favorite book doing in the home of the Lycans? When she mentioned it to Lucian, she noticed a fleeting glint of surprise in his gaze.