Novel & Cerita Mom Daughter Literotica

He slowly closed the door behind him so as not to create any more noise, then walked further into the room. The whole library smelled of age and mildew. Logan sniffed appreciatively and looked around. He hadn't been here since he was a little child, when he used to come in and disturb his parents' reading time. In fact, he hadn't been in here since his mother died. She used to be an avid reader, a woman who could get lost in a good book within minutes. He smiled to himself as he remembered what his mother had told him once, that she never saw the need to make real life friends because she had all the friends she needed within the pages of a book. Now the chair and desk that his father used t

She and her shuddering figure shuffled away from the circle, without looking back, she leaned on the drawer while taking deep breaths. "Is Malbonte my father?" She asked herself after she clenched her hand into a fist, that did not take long to unfold. Through her watery eyes, she looked down at the circle and met with familiar red marks. "Ancient letters of DEARMAD?" She queried while limping back to the circle, to have an adequate inspection. DEARMAD was a book that contained spells that only beings of the Nixie'S Laope knew of— because her mother was an Aclina of NERIDA, she had once heard her speak of it and with naked eyes, saw it.

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She would most definitely get embarrassed knowing what her son does in bed. And it’s certainly not something I can say about her dad in a teenager’s earshot. As if conjured up by my thoughts, Regina comes into view, carrying five thick books in her arms. She grins at me. “Hey, Lucia!” “Hey.” I peer at the books that she’s carrying. “What on earth have you picked up?War and Peace?” “No! I found that you have Robert Jordan, and I remember Dad saying that he used to read him a lot when he was my age.”

I said and she hummed in agreement. “This place is nice,” I said as I looked around the library. It was fairly large with many shelves filled with books from the beginning to the end. “If you ever feel like whiling away your time, you can come here. I do come here a few times, especially when I want to think or I have nothing to do,” mom said as she folded the page of the novel she was reading and went to place it in one of the shelves. “Is it only novels and stories that are here?” I asked her. She shook her head, “No. Some are documentaries, some are letters, some are myths and many more.” I nodded and followed her out of the library. She closed the door and we began walking down the hallw

Dad rushed to me, and Mom stopped Damion. "You're awake! Lowell! Fatima! Come here!" Dad Jacob yelled. He was the happiest. It looks funny, but I love Dad. He's always transparent. Mom isn't as showy as my father, but right now, I could see a fierce Lucy having a cold aura that was about to hot-seat Damion. Even worse, she might torture him. Mom looked kind, but she's actually fearless. She strangled Damion. Fuck, mom! What are you doing?!

Lucas explained and I turned to him. “I’m really sorry about your mum,” I said sincerely. “What was her favorite thing to read?” Lucas turned to me with a small smile on her face “It was anything between children fiction- she loved the classics, everything written by Charles dickens- that was all she loved and she had an entire section dedicated to it. It’s phenom-“ “Someone is here.” Malcolm said hurridely as he interrupted us, his eyes were hard and focused on Lucas who looked equally as confused.

Mum loved art as much as she loved healing people and performing her Luna duties. Back at the Palace before I came here, the guard told me that Louise said my mum usually spent her time in the library back home whenever she was done working, and the only library I could think about was this one because it was mum’s favorite escapism. The journal has to be here somewhere. Without wasting time, I begin my search. The desk has nothing on it but a dried ink stain shaped like a butterfly. Next, I move over to the shelves and pull off the books, checking them one by one for any hidden compartments.

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'