Mother Daughter Incest Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, Skylar. Give me your account number. As long as you're willing to come back… As long as you're willing…" I gave him the number, and a moment later, a notification from the bank lit up my phone. Two million dollars. I stared at the number, checking it again and again. I felt my nerves, so tense that they were about to snap, suddenly relax. I had known for a long time that I was the Crest family's illegitimate child. My mother—who had worked as a hostess—once kneeled with me as a child at the gates of the Crest residence, only to be humiliated and chased away.

And so I do not hesitate in taking the Lunar veil whenever I go see the Alpha, I was quite sure Alpha Knox also didn't give a fuck about that, he had gotten a heir, what more could he want. This was a secret I held so dearly to myself, a binding rod between I and Celine, she vowed never to conceive after her first child which led her into two full years of of torture, sexual torture to be prisized, her testimonies were good enough reasons to make me rethink any choice pertaining child birth I had once nortured. I walked back into my room, dabbing my face lightly with my towel and then I turned slightly to see a figure seated right on my bed, my heart skipped for a brief moment until I realiz

By now, she was most definitely sure that her father would most likely smell her wetness because with the amount of liquid that had pooled between her thighs was enough to start stinking out. Her knees knocked while her heart continued to pound and didn’t seem to control her own heart and she could hear the loud thud in her ears too. ‘Just do it, Dad. Do it before I go crazy and rape you myself,’ She slipped her eyes close, singing those words like a mantra in her head. Liam smiled to himself, his chest out spreading with a puff of pride. He loves it each time his daughter becomes vulnerable like this and to think that he’s the only one capable of doing this to her even made him brighten mor

Mary’s slightly accusatory voice came from outside. Hearing her tone, I looked at the door with pure disdain. I didn’t care that she was my mother-in-law anymore. "Mom, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but some things just need to be said. Heaven’s watching. You’re old enough to know better—why are you still messing around with that Black man?" Her face turned pale and then flushed red. Under my stare, she stammered, "Veronica, are you sure you’re not misunderstanding something?"

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

"Weren't you the ones who killed her? "Why are you acting innocent? "You always knew I hated Estelle. You knew I went after her on purpose. You just pretended not to see it." A smile stayed on her lips, but her eyes were vicious. "From the day your real daughter came back, I treated her like a dog. "And you knew. "I drugged her water, fed her almonds even though she was allergic, and even used her blood as paint. "Mom, you used to say those paintings were beautiful. Remember?"

When Arielle's mother saw me drop to my knees, she planted one foot on my face and the other right on my member. It was the ultimate temptation—pure heaven on earth. "You little brat. You're getting lucky. Most people never get this kind of service. If you hadn't looked after my daughter, you'd never enjoy something like this." I was still lost in that pleasure when she mentioned her daughter. My heart skipped a beat. What if we got caught? There was no time to worry about that now, because Arielle's mother had already stripped off every stitch of my clothes.

When an attacker threw acid at my face, Mom was attending my cousin Celeste's family induction ceremony. But that day was my eighteenth birthday too. As I lay dying, I used the last of my strength to send her a voice message. [Mom, help me... I'm on the West Side. Someone is trying to kill me.] Her reply came almost immediately. [Stop using these tricks to compete with Celeste for attention, Emilia. I know exactly what you're like.] That same night, the Don summoned Mom back to the Romano estate to investigate an unidentified body found on family territory. The victim's face had been destroyed. Chemicals had eaten away the fingerprints on both hands. Mom led the security team through three d

Half breed? “Great Mother!” My mother pleads. “Do not call her that, please!” “It is you who lays with dogs!” Cassiphone spits venomously. “It is unfortunate your daughter pays the price, but the truth is the truth.” My mother bites back a sob and remains silent. I feel my anger begin to boil to the surface. “We will see tonight if Hecate has blessed you. She often turns away from children who are touched by other Goddesses.” Cassiphone says angrily.