Mother-daughter Novels Novels & Stories

Even the heavy gloom that had weighed on me since returning home suddenly lifted, replaced by a strange sense of clarity. Mira whooped from the other end of the line. "Yesss! Elowen, you finally figured it out! Your mom doesn’t love you at all. What kind of mother treats her own child like that? "She’s been using you as a blood bag for her and that little brat Suri, draining you dry to support their happy life! "You’re the only idiot who toiled like an ox for them all these years. If you didn’t wake up now, I’d stop being your friend!"

I couldn't stop a naughty chuckle that escaped my lips. “Daddy,” my daughter called impatiently with a cute scowl. I walked to her and carefully positioned the baby on her lap and sat beside her. “She looks like uncle Liam,” Rita observed, staring at her baby sister curiously. I smiled because it's true Allison took Liam's golden orbs and black curls which is a signature trait from my mother's side. “And like grandma,” I winked at Rita, who rewarded me with a toothy grin at the mention of my mother. Weird as it may sound, Rita adores her grandmother she has never met her. Christian insisted on us naming her after my mother and thanks to my uncle, Rita knows a lot about her. Not to mention to

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

“Meanwhile, you have a chat with Alexa.” Jonathan opened white the door leading to his mother’s room. The place was the cleanest it could get since his mother was such a clean freak. Several classic novels like Shakespeare, Jane Austen, and Leo Tolstoy decked on the vanished wooden shelves. Either his mother read books in her spare time or would knit sweaters for the Christmas season, as she did right now. His heart wedged painfully in his chest, looking at her again. She gained a few pounds as she tended to comfort foods to deviate from her stress. Unlike his wife would eat nothing when something worried her.

Jada replied, her tone becoming sharp again as she gestured for me to move back toward the main reading area. ​The rest of the afternoon was a blur of anxiety, and by the time night fell and the house went quiet, I was exhausted, but my brain wouldn't stop spinning, so I eventually fell asleep on one of the large leather sofas in the corner of the library. The dream started the same way it always did, with the smell of smoke and the sound of my mother screaming, but this time I wasn't just a child hiding in a closet; I was standing in the middle of a room filled with black candles and people wearing heavy robes. My father was there, but his eyes weren't cold and blue like I remembered; they

“And the smell of burnt magic.” “Hello to you too, Mother,” I muttered. She ignored my tone—another thing she was very good at. “Come. Inside. Tell me everything before my stomach knots itself.” The warmth of the cottage hit me as soon as I walked in—fire, herbs, something simmering on the stove. I sat at the old wooden table. She sat opposite me, arms folded, one eyebrow raised. I told her everything—Lyra’s weakness, Helena amplifying the bond, Lucian deposing his mother, the way Lyra held my hands like she’d known me as any other thing besides being her mother. \

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Meanwhile, the other party is chatting nonstop about the characters in the book but they completely paid attention to one of the cannon fodders in the original novel. They already knew that the story already began but they still felt awful when they saw the mother and daughter relationship. The mother is so vicious that she even made her daughter do her awful so called task. So she could hold a countless notes in her hands again by selling her daughter body to her rich customer. The daughter is greedy of wealth too so she did not paid extra attention to her situation, if she really find out the truth or after they did the task her mother was talking about. Xia Yu already bet. Xing Xing will

BENEDETTA'S POV : I was looking at my lovely daughter sleep. "She will grow up to be a strong woman with a happy home, hopefully", I didn't realize I said that out loud until my daughter caught my attention. "Mom were you talking about me?" she asked And I nodded with a smile. But she looked worried so I decided to ask her what was wrong. "Sweetie is there something wrong?, why are you looking sad?, are you hungry?"...I didn't get to finish asking my questions when she interrupted me.

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.