The Forbidden Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Jade turns and smiles at her father while winking at him saying, "Oh yes, I know exactly the kind . . . quite forbidden huh." "Yes, forbidden is the word. Well as the tale goes the mother found out. I guess they had an old cabin somewhere in these neck of the woods. Anyways, they used to come out here . . . the father and daughter to these woods that is I guess and . . . well take care of business if you know what I mean."

That was what she called my mate. My Luna. The woman who stood beside me in battle strategy and treaty negotiations. Weak. And then she said the rest. The will. The inheritance. Alice. It had always been about inheritance. I saw the moment my daughter shattered. It was visible. Like watching glass crack from the inside. Her shoulders went rigid. Her eyes emptied. And in that second, I hated myself more than I hated my sister. Because I had let this woman near my child. Execution was the clean answer.

I declared, troubled. Forbidden magic is a dangerous level. It involves blood sacrifices and entities from the Forbidden Realm. In my kingdom, the use of forbidden magic is against the law. Even Seraphina herself was not permitted to wield it within our realm, and now, someone was daring to challenge Veridiana’s most sacred laws. This woman—this enchantress—whoever she was, wasn’t just targeting Aria; she was directly defying the crown. My mind began working through the possibilities of what to do next. Who was the person behind these crimes?

“Ha! Don’t tell me you don’t know how cruel I am? You saw with your own eyes how I killed those idiots who stood in my way! Don't you know, I even killed my own half-brothers without any mercy. Why would you even doubt my cruelty? “Since you know I'm cruel! Why did you try to fight me, to fight for your daughter's rights! Don't forget! You are mine! The daughter you gave birth to is also mine, my flesh and blood! I, Sebastian Ford’s, only daughter, how could I let you take her away from me? “Woman! I repeat, not only are you forbidden from taking Aino away, you will always be mine! Alive, you’re mine, even in death, your bones will belong to me!”

“You committed to this coven your unwavering loyalty. You must remember that.” “I stand by my word, Great Mother.” I say solemnly. “Time reveals all truths.” The Great Mother says. She reaches into the folds of her robe and retrieves a well worn book. “This is the first book taught to the girls being raised in our homes. It is enchanted and can only be read by a member of the coven. To an outsider it would be a copy of whatever book they are most familiar with. An illusion that feeds on their own imaginative energy.” She places the book in my outstretched hand.

"Six years of wanting this. Of imagining this. Of going to hell every night for the thoughts I had about my stepdaughter." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm not your daughter," Emma gasped as his mouth moved to her neck. "We're not blood. You married my mother, but that doesn't..." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know." His teeth grazed her pulse point. "I know all the rationalizations. Doesn't make it less forbidden. Doesn't make what we're about to do less wrong." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I bit my lip hard, tasting a little blood, trying not to let any sound escape. Fuck, this is actually happening. My stepdad’s hand is on my pussy while Mom drives us home. I should stop this right now but my legs felt weak and my body was leaning into his touch instead of pulling away. “You are so fucking soaked already, baby girl,” Victor whispered hot against my ear, his voice low and rough. “Your little pussy is dripping for your stepdad. Feel how slippery you are? This is so wrong, Isabelle. My fingers shouldn’t be touching my own stepdaughter like this but damn you are wetter than your mother ever gets.”

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.

I thrust into her forbidden cunt. She moaned as I penetrated into her incestuous pussy. No father should cross this line, and yet it felt so perfect. Like my daughter was born to take my dick. She moaned into her twin sister's bred snatch as I sank into her cunt, loving the feel of her flesh devouring my cock. "Daddy!" she moaned, her cunt squeezing down on me. "Riley," I panted, savoring her delicious twat. I bottomed out in her. It felt so good to have her forbidden cunt around my dick. She felt just spectacular. I reveled in the taboo frontier I had entered. I gripped her thighs and drew back my cock. She moaned, gripping my dick.

"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.