My Pals Sinful Daughter Novels & Stories

“I didn't kill your mother. Is that why you're bringing up that painful incident? Paige was my best friend. I wouldn't hurt her. I'd never said anything that could hurt her feelings.” “Are you telling the truth?” I asked. “Of course. Why would you doubt me? We've known each other for so long—” she coaxed. “Sin is handsome, intelligent, and attractive. Many women of all ages and backgrounds like him. On the other hand, Tristan is overweight and slow. You only pay attention to one son and ignore the other. That's why he ended his life,” Poppy said on the voice recording.

Cliché, but effective for private conversations. Margaret waited inside, expensive coat over designer clothes, looking like she belonged at a gallery opening rather than a warehouse. "Blake Thompson. Thank you for coming." "What do you know about Sinclair?" "Direct. I appreciate that. Harrison Sinclair has a daughter. Isabella. She's twenty-nine, runs a luxury lifestyle brand, and she's spoiled, beautiful, and has a hobby." "What kind of hobby?" "Collecting married men. Specifically, faithful married men she seduces as ego validation.

A necessary, transparent lie. Celeste Flynn was not and could never be like a daughter to me. Not after the taste of her still burned on my lips. Not after the feel of her body pinned against mine and my member clench deep inside her walls. Daughter. The word was a joke. She was mine. The thought was primal unbidden and utterly true. She was my responsibility, yes and my late best friend’s daughter, yes. My biggest regret and my greatest temptation. But above all she was mine.

As if she wasn't the same person I'd just had my hands all over. While she got dressed, I'd warmed up the food I made earlier. Funny enough how I was supposed to be at the office working on important deals that will bring me million. Instead I am here tangled up with my best friend daughter. Claiming and fucking her. And I don't regret a bit of what I am doing with my best friend daughter behind his back. All I know is Sophia had used something on me. For me not to want to stay away. For me to be craving her all the time.

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

“I’m not interested in this life anymore.” That sentence nearly destroyed me. Not because she stopped loving me. But because she abandoned our daughter as if she meant nothing. Amelia was only four years old. Four. My hand tightened into a fist at the memory. A few months later, Selene married into a richer family. An old money dynasty wealthier than mine at the time. And just like that… We became her past. I hated her for years after that. Maybe part of me still did. After my father died, I inherited Blackwood Enterprises.

Damien reached under me, rough fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight, mean circles while his cock dragged against that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. “Such a filthy little secret,” he breathed against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “My daughter’s best friend bent over my desk like a whore, dripping down my balls while she lies to her face. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing I’m ruining you right under her nose.” I nodded frantically, drooling against his palm as another wave of dark pleasure built fast and vicious. The risk was intoxicating—Sophia’s trusting voice floating through the speaker while her father fucked me like he owned me, like he hated how much he n

Hayden pov I wanted the flavor of her branded on my tongue. Nothing in life had ever been as delicious as her cunt juice. I knew the moment I tasted her that I’d be eating her again and again, forever. My sweet, innocent girl was a raging slut, wanting nothing more than her daddy to fuck her holes raw. All my sick and twisted fantasies were before me, about to become reality. I lined up my cock with her wet pussy, and without hesitating, I impaled my daughter, a groan falling from my lips as I pushed inside her tight hole.

As the doctor disinfected my wounds with alcohol, she watched with pained eyes, fury simmering beneath the surface. "That little demon Suri! She’s your biological sister, and she dared to hurt you like this? That’s attempted murder! A delinquent like her is bound for juvenile detention sooner or later!" I knew she wasn’t wrong. In front of Mom, Suri might act like a sweet, obedient girl, but at school, she smoked, drank, fought, got tattoos, bullied weaker students, and led bully campaigns. Her grades were abysmal. With that kind of record, no middle school wanted to risk accepting such a dangerous student.

With its upbeat, friendly, relaxed atmosphere she was trying to forget all the pain in her heart. She felt grateful to her best friend Pearl, for mentioning this club once. It's far from the town so hardly anyone recognises each other. It has got trendy good tunes to have the fun of the night. The smell of shower gel, sweat and perfumes were all mixed so that she felt uneasy for a moment. She was rushing back to the counter singing 'someone like you, by Adele so loud without caring about anybody. She went back to the bar counter and demanded, "I would like another martini on the rocks, please…!!" Her words were clear but she could hardly support her body and the bartender stood there in a di