Mother Daughter Lesbian Novels & Stories

I hissed and fell into my chair behind my desk. Ripping a paper from a pad, I wrote down the feelings I had around the beast I encountered. The warped teeth and antlers. Just thinking of the creature made my skin crawl. Somehow, it had lodged itself to my daughter. Made her lose control of herself. In a world full of people who would burn someone just because they loved the same gender, letting loose Katharine was a bad idea. Countries would turn against us faster than they had joined us when the first war had broken out. She was more powerful than even the mightiest of countries. That thing inside of her would utilize that power at every turn.

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

[Ivy] I can’t believe I’m seeing this. This has to be a joke, right? How could my dad be… with someone like her? But maybe… maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, ever since Mom went missing all those years ago, he hasn’t been himself. No doubt, after messing around with Mom’s stepsister, he’s now here getting drunk with Mom’s best friend, Kayla Morrison. I look away, unable to see what has become of him anymore.

Summer, who had been dejectedly sitting by the side of the bed, looked up at the doctor. The doctor sighed and told them that family members had the highest chance of being a compatible donor. "What about a twin sister?" "That would be best. The chances are even higher." Their eyes instantly brightened. I knew they immediately thought of me. Sarah quickly sent me a message. [You ungrateful daughter…] She had just sent the message out when she immediately deleted it. She sent another message instead. [Dear Sienna, where are you? We were wrong to say all those things to you a few days ago. We're sorry. Come home. Your father and I miss you. Your sister also knows that she's done you wrong. We

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

It was when we missed the crash that he came in my mouth. Creamy and salty, one thing I knew I ever loved. “Your daughter could not rise to defend herself!” Dad yelled. “Did you just say my daughter?” Mom asked. “You just said my daughter. Listen, May is our daughter, and your only legitimate daughter, you know that, right.” “Right!” Mom’s voice was thunder. She is the only one I know who would talk to father like they are mates and walk away with it. that’s what wives do, that’s what ladies do with men who cum in their mouth the way Leo did last night with me.

Dante immediately went to get them and brought them to my office. Lidya, the Queen of witches and my mother's best friend walked in with her daughter, Morgan Behind her. “You seem brighter today” Lidya commented as she walked over and took a seat. She had white hair with dark black eyes which always felt like they were staring into my soul. She moved with such grace but yet, I knew how powerful she was. Her and her daughter were a force to be reckoned with. Her powers were slowly being transferred to her daughter who was the next Queen of witches so she wasn't as strong as she was when my mother was alive.