A'ja Wilson Daughter Novels & Stories

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

I hope that's alright. "Of course it's alright."She turns and gestures, and a girl steps out from behind one of the pillars, maybe nine or ten, in a yellow dress with her hair in two neat braids, clutching a small clutch purse like she's seen her mother do it a hundred times and finally gets to try it herself. "This is Aria," Maya says, pulling the girl gently forward. "My daughter."I go completely still, my mouth hung open in the air "Your daughter..." My voice comes out smaller than I mean it to. "Maya, I didn't…you've worked for Damian for years and I never knew you had a grown beautiful girl like Aria."

It had a nice V-neckline that went down to her- Morals, Jax, morals! It stopped right below her knees, and she paired it with pretty lace sandals. It was a date. We looked like we were going on a date. I should've opted for something less formal than a black suit and tie. I noticed little pearl earrings on her beautiful ears. "Ahem!" her father cleared his throat, a little disapproving of how much I was ogling his daughter. Can you blame me? She looked like she had been eating well. Still a little leaner than her usual self, but it was better than how she was the day she left the hospital.

she explained, noticing James’ look of surprise. “Okay,” A.J. said, half yawning, then held up his arms towards James. “Daddy!” The look of surprise and awe on James’s face was priceless as he held A.J. It was all Lily needed to see to know that this was the right decision. He’d be a good father to her son. She didn’t have any doubts.

Her name sounded oddly familiar though. No results, please let No results pop up my screen. A tab opened up. Layla Jones, 22 years old Daughter of Cedric Jones and Granddaughter of the iconic, Hendric Jones Shit... There was even a profile about her and a few pictures. She was kind of pretty though definitely not my type, but she'll do. “You like what you see on Toogle?”, he asked amused, and I threw him a glare “Its G****e”, I corrected. “And no, she's not the kind I pictured I would marry when I would plan to marry”

Carlson wanted to speak with his daughter about a few things. "How's your mother been?" he asked her, watching as she searched through a rack of different shirts. "She's fine," Jaida answered. "She's been putting in a lot of extra hours at work though. She thinks we need more money, but it's not like Arius requires any." "Arius?" her father questioned. Jaida quickly clasped a hand over her mouth, realizing that she had never mentioned before that Arius lived with her. Well, no choice now…

She tied her hair with a red ribbon before going down with Julius. On their way there, she heard a youthful voice utter, “If you’re going to divorce Daddy wouldn’t the arrangement fall through? My sister won’t be able to marry her current boyfriend.” Ayla turned to her father, Allen, and asked, “Why don’t I take on that role, dad?” Allen looked pleased with his daughter. He thought that if Leila was this bold and smart, then he would have paid more attention to her. ‘But then again, Ayla is my only biological daughter. It only makes sense that she is smart like me. She’s much better than Leila in so many ways…’

When she heard a response, she grabbed the latch and pushed the door open. The moment she stepped in, an adorable girl with raven hair like her mother's rushed towards Tessa. “Mommy!” Tessa lowered herself and caught her four-year-old daughter when she threw herself at her. Lifting her up, she placed two kisses on her cute cheeks. “Willa, Mommy missed you so much!” Tessa said, placing Willa on the side of her hip before her eyes trailed to find Reagan and Nia. Willa was the last born and the shortest among the three. She looked like a three-year-old although she was four.

Boucher was afraid that she would do something foolish and reminded her, “She’s Aunty Lucas’ niece.” “What?” Ryleigh was flustered. ‘How is Willow Aunty Larissa’s niece? Could she be the daughter of the de Armas that the Lucases plan to announce tonight?’ “Aunty, Aunty Larissa, are you mistaken? How could she be—” Russell pulled Ryleigh aside and interrupted her, “Keep quiet, don’t make a fool out of yourself!” Ryleigh flung his hand away. “Dad, why would you think that I’m fooling around? That woman is the illegitimate daughter of the Vanderbilts, and her mother is Zee’s stepmother, Leila Scott!”

I heard my father chuckle. "Son, this isn't the time to joke," he replied. "Father, I am not joking. Kiaria Wright, the adopted daughter of Winston and Sakura Wright, is the biological daughter of the High Priestess. The locket among her belongings when she was left in the care of the Wright's proves her birthright." I expected my father to say something right away, but there was a long pause.