The Daughter Book Novels & Stories

"Elayne! Shut your mouth! I didn't raise you just so you could humiliate me in front of the family!" "I'm the humiliation?" I stared at her. "Not you treating your own daughter like an ATM?" "Get out!" Mom shrieked, pointing at the door with a shaking finger. "You are not my daughter! Ungrateful brat! Get out and don't ever come back!" The relatives rushed to calm her down, but she'd already lost it. "Let her leave! I'll just pretend I never gave birth to her! She won't get a single penny from me! Everything I have is going to Sophie! Sophie's my real daughter!"

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

Clarisse lifted her chin, stuck out her dirty shoe, and planted her hands on her hips as she glared at Maeve. "Not only do you have to kneel and apologize—you have to kneel down and lick my shoes clean! My mom said raising you is like raising a puppy. Puppies lick their owner's shoes. That's only natural!" Before my eyes, my daughter—who had always been proud and obsessed with cleanliness—actually bent her knees and assumed the posture of kneeling down to lick the shoe. "Maeve, don't!" I grabbed her at once and pressed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard."

Damien's Point Of View “I found my daughter, Damien. I found my biological daughter.” Those words haven't left my head since Matilda said them to me. Her daughter is Lenora, her supposed step daughter, the one that she has maltreated all her life? The girl whose childhood she stole from her?

Addison blurts out into the room cutting Phoebe’s cackle short. Gina peers over the top of her book before lowering it into her lap. “Truth.” None of us are surprised. Gina isn’t the type to take a dare. “What’s your favorite book?” At least someone is playing nice. Gina gives her favorite childhood book that her parents read to her every night before they died. She inadvertently gives away the real reason she’s here. Unlike so many of us, she’s a true orphan. Normal and alone by means out of her control. She clears her throat, “Ashton.” Gina’s eyes land on me. “Truth or dare?”

This was starting to get interesting. The next few minutes were surprisingly amusing. We walked, I talked, and she pointedly ignored me. From what I gathered, her name was Davina, and she was the daughter of Alpha Dalton. I knew Dalton — he was a close friend and ally of my father. I'd seen him a few times before, but I never realized he had a daughter with such... an interesting personality. “You haven’t told me your name,” she said, breaking the silence, and I blinked in surprise before a smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

She licked her lips in anticipation, leaned forward, and then took him in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around the head. John's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet heat of his daughter's mouth around his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper and deeper. Samantha was skilled, moving her mouth and tongue in perfect rhythm. She could feel her father's cock growing even harder in response and his groans of pleasure spurred her on. John couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have his daughter's wet and warm mouth on his cock. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into her mouth as he neared the edge. But he didn't want

Turning her attention towards my father, she took a few calming breaths, tempering herself a little bit as she asked, “How did you find him?” I watched my father let out a loud, tired exhale, right before he answered, “Long story...” Noticing how her reddened eyes finally landed on me, I watched how she wiped the lingering wetness off her cheeks, swallowing a sob as she then calmly asked, “Who’s this?” “Blake, I want you to meet my daughter, Daya.

***** {{ Prologue }} Have you ever been haunted by someone? And I don't mean "haunted by the dead". What happened to me had nothing to do with ghosts or poltergeists. No, it was much worse. You see, I was haunted by a living person. She goes by many names. Olivia. Olive. Liv. Livvy. She was nineteen when the true torment began. The way she plagued me will become clear as you read the following passages. The girl I'm talking about is none other than my very own daughter.