Not My Daughter Movie Novels & Stories

i suppose some of you after you read my story will think im some kind of monster a pervert for the way i successfully seduced my own daughter but you know what i really dont give a shit i am balls deep in the hottest creamiest cunt ive ever had the pleasure of sticking my dick into plus i have the satisfaction of knowing that every time i fuck my daughter im sticking it to my ex wife of course shed have us both arrested if she learned whats going on but there isnt much chance of that happening as far as anyone here knows im just putting my daughter up while she goes to college and lauras certainly not going to tell her mom whats going on for one thing she loves me and the fucking she gets fr

Meanwhile, the floating comments above my head scrolled wildly across my vision. [The real daughter prepared a maid outfit as a reward for the male lead. She's already waiting for him at the hotel!] [Damn, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit right after graduation? That's wild.] [Supporting female character, don't throw away your future for a man. Your life belongs to you. Don't become part of their little game.] I quietly exited the application page. Then I changed my university choices. Because to me, my future mattered far more than any man.

The only feature she didn't get from her was her eyes. I knew I have seen those pair of eyes somewhere, but it wasn't important. In years to come, she would only acknowledge me as her father. She is my daughter now. She would never get to know who her real father is because he wasn't important at all. She is Nova Russo, and no one was going to change that. My daughter was going to become whatever she chooses. I won't let her go through the same hell I went through as a child.

“Whether you like it or not she is not like Rose, she is a great actor to keep playing the sweet daughter with you… So stop acting surprised about what is going on in your life and focus on protecting her” I dropped back into my chair, thinking back to all of the clues I must have missed. She told me she doesn't want to start college immediately, I thought it was to ensure Leah wasn't left behind. I have always thought about not needing many security guards for her because she never gets attacked. Thinking back now, I realized she isn't the delicate baby girl I used to know. She is Don Moreno's granddaughter. What else about my daughter have I missed? “Snap out of it, dim wit” she half-yelle

I yelled back, but my voice was shaking. Behind me, my daughter clutched my clothes tightly, her tiny body trembling with fear and shame. "Lying?" Director Lee sneered and gestured at my small, shabby apartment. "Ms. Sanders, don't push your luck. I'm here today to give you a piece of advice. Don’t let us see you near the school again, or..." She paused and shifted her gaze to my daughter, her smile turning icy. "We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt."

The resolve in my eyes made panic flicker across Mom’s face, but for the sake of pride, she didn’t try to stop me. I walked out, face streaked with blood, and slammed the door behind me. As I went down the stairs, I canceled the automatic transfer from my salary account. Since she no longer had a daughter like me, my money shouldn’t go to strangers. At the bottom of the building, I pulled out my phone and called my best friend at the Department of Education, Mira Solis. "Bestie, don’t worry about Suri’s school anymore. From now on, anything related to the Voss family or Suri has nothing to do with me. I’m not getting involved."

He led the way to the front door and I held my head up in an attempt to hide my anxiety. Shit, I had never felt like this before. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was probably a bastard. Upon knocking on the oak door, we were greeted by a petite brunette woman and a tall broad-shouldered man. Father smiled as he shook the man's hand. I was guessing those were the parents. Father nodded toward me. "This is my daughter, Sienna Zannotti. She runs the Italian mafia." They didn't hear the spite in his words but I did. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Father didn't introduce himself which made me believe that he knew these people. The woman smiled as she looked me over.

he asked. “I have no idea. She’s just… a Fiona,” I laughed. He chuckled and looked toward the TV, which was on but muted. When I turned, I saw Shrek playing, and there on the screen was Fiona the ogre. “No. No,” I said, smacking his chest lightly. “My daughter is not that!” He burst into louder laughter, which made me laugh too. “Stop it!” I said. “I’m sorry, and please don’t tell the Boss,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Asking if he had gone too far, I told him “it's not like you're fucking her.” Most things that happened between my husband and daughter, seemed to occur on Friday or Saturday night. This next part was no exception. Once again, it was movie night and it was a bit chilly. I grabbed my glass of wine and we all settled into the big couch, with my husband once again finding himself in the middle. I grabbed my own blanket and surprise, surprise, father and daughter were sharing a blanket. It was a teen movie that Emily had picked; ask me and I would not be able to name the movie.

"If you're not a doctor then you're not my daughter." ****