The Daughter Book Novels & Stories

I put it to my ear, and I stilled. “Dear ex daughter of mine, I have the betrayer in my grasp, finally. I never knew I had a whore for a daughter. You're just like me, sleeping with my business partner. I have him here. If you want to ever see him again, come to dearest daddy.”

I gulp at her words as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Only you can help her. So I suggest you get back to them and start helping your mates and pups.” She turns and walks away from me. “Oh congratulations. They are both beautiful don’t fuck this up Fenrir otherwise you will pay the price.” She turns and continues to walk down the long white corridor. Looking up at the doors of the library, I push them open and step in. The smell of books and old scrolls fills me and I know I will find something in here to help my daughter. I can’t have her using her power now. She is too young to wield it. She could destroy anything with a single scream of frustration.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

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

I tilt my head up to look at the contents. It is a scrapbook filled with memories from Donna’s life twenty year ago. Some of the pictures are faded and are now a golden brown color, the corners weathered and worn. Some of the others look fresh and brand new after having been preserved for so long. “My daughter gave birth to the most beautiful daughter I have ever seen. She was so cute and precious. She was the light in all of our lives,” Donna’s voice shakes. I reach out and place a hand on hers. She weakly smiles at me. “She reminds me of you.”

Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my tits, making the sheer baby-doll cling even more obscenely. Damien’s hand tightened in my hair, guiding but not forcing—yet. “Fuck, Riley… look at you. My perfect little stepdaughter on her knees with my cock stretching those pretty lips. You’ve been teasing me for years, haven’t you? Walking around in those tiny sleep shorts, bending over to pick things up just to make my dick twitch.”

The tall shelves were spotless yet empty and the only books that graced the smooth ebony were the ones that my daughter had given Enora when she got back from the trip. There was a bookstore I knew in New York. I would give them and ring and place a few orders. As I waited for Enora, my fingers relished the feel of her cool and soft body through the towel. Seeing her like that: clean, water glistening on her perfect skin, smelling divine, woke something inside of me. My fingers tapped the desk eagerly; what was taking her so long? The door opened and I perked up. “Dad?” “Bridget?”

"Weren't you the ones who killed her? "Why are you acting innocent? "You always knew I hated Estelle. You knew I went after her on purpose. You just pretended not to see it." A smile stayed on her lips, but her eyes were vicious. "From the day your real daughter came back, I treated her like a dog. "And you knew. "I drugged her water, fed her almonds even though she was allergic, and even used her blood as paint. "Mom, you used to say those paintings were beautiful. Remember?"

“It is a privilege that the daughter of a murderer such as yourself lives underneath my roof, so how dare you bite the hands that feed you?” “Daddy, what are you talking about?” I heard Norah’s voice…Daughter of a murderer? Who? Me?

Luna Nightshade, the Crimson Dawn, the eighth-generation daughter born of prophecy, smiled in the darkness and fell asleep dreaming of the future she would create. A future where power meant protection. Where strength meant kindness. Where being extraordinary meant helping others become extraordinary too. The future was bright. And it was just beginning. EPILOGUE Twenty years later, Luna Nightshake stood before the International Supernatural Court. But this time, she wasn't a child being judged. She was a leader, proposing a new world order. "The Daughter Network," she explained, showing her proposal to the assembled judges and representatives, "will connect daughters across the world. Provi