A'ja Wilson Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

Aiden repeated the exact words of the message, and Wilson's face contorted with rage as his blood boiled with fury. "That brute! Has he forgotten that he once loved and pleaded for my daughter! How dare he say he wants to annihilate my entire lineage." Wilson seethed with venom, then turned to his daughter with a sudden idea. "Leave us, all of you." He commanded his guards and Aiden, and once he was certain they were out of earshot, he approached his daughter who sat on the couch with tears in her eyes and a slightly ashen complexion.

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!”

"Everly, back down. Jessica is Royce Osborne’s daughter. You can’t afford to offend her. Ms. Hopkins is counting on her to secure the Zenith Consortium partnership." I let out a short, mocking scoff. "She claims Royce Osborne is her father, and everyone just takes her word for it? What, did she show a birth certificate at HR?" Amelia hurriedly pulled out her phone and opened Jessica’s social media page. "See for yourself. Mr. Osborne personally dropped her off at work on her first day." I glanced at the photo on the screen and nearly dropped the phone. Standing beside my handsome uncle in front of a luxury car was Jessica.

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.

Jas rushes over to me and pulls me out of Aries arms, he lets out a low warning growl and Jas steps slightly away from me to look at her son. "Aries Reign," she starts and clips him around the back of his head. I stifle a laugh. "Don't you dare growl at your mother again. I will embrace my new daughter any time I see fit, next time it'll be your father smacking you upside the head." She finishes and turns back to me.

I’m tired of pleasing them, just because I am the daughter of someone amazing. But I know how good and beautiful I am, thanks to my parents’ genes. And it is quite tiring. I can’t keep track of how many times I stayed up all night, just to get perfect scores on my tests. I have to excel at everything. Let me introduce myself. I am Zinnia Astra Malcolm, 17 years old, daughter of Hira Callan aka Agent Nova, and Allister Malcolm aka Agent Wave. I’ve always known their achievements as outstanding top agents ever since I was young since my grandfather always bragged about it, encouraging me to do so and act like them also.

Just when I suspected that Legend might remain silent, she surprised us by softly responding, "Hello, everyone." Simultaneously, Jaycel and Travor's daughter reached Legend's side, offering her own greetings before the two youngsters linked hands and trotted away to join the other children, their laughter intertwining with the gentle sea breeze. "Ah, Aren, you're such a handful!" Jaycel's playful reprimand resonated as she and her husband, Travor, approached us. I chuckled; it was a familiar scene. I recalled when Aren had been nestled in Jaycel's womb, and now she was a spirited seven-year-old, full of mischief.

She’s the youngest of the three- fifteen years old and as sassy as they come. “Supposedly,” Juliet scoffs, rolling her eyes. She’s the oldest at nineteen, and the most trouble for me. All of my sisters are pretty blondes, but she’s the prettiest- guys are constantly after her. I’ve made sure that the males in our pack know they shouldn’t try to pursue her unless they have a death wish. “She’s Anders’ daughter,” Dad says to mom, and her mouth forms an ‘o’ in recognition. “Glad you could join us, Quinn,” Mom says warmly. “Now c’mon, everybody sit down, let’s eat!” She waves us over, oven mitts in hand. “Jade, can you grab another plate for Quinn?”

She walked over and sat with Grandma Charlotte, keeping her eyes straight and her expression blank. My eyes briefly looked her way before clearing my throat to begin. "Okay, so here's the news. There's another child." "What? I don't understand." Dad was obviously perplexed. Zyliah still wasn't looking in my direction. "Waylen and Casper have a biological, same-aged stepsister, Alexa Riley Williams.”