A'ja Wilson Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

She walks back and I giggle at how funny she looked with her huge belly. "Aiden is going to be home from training in three days." She says and I perk up. "Really?" I ask and she nods. Aiden is Luna Alex and Alpha Mason's son. I've had a crush on him for the longest time but all I've ever been to him was a friend. A friend he barely talks to. One of those 'hi, how are you' friends. He likes Jay's daughter anyway so I never stood a chance. She is gorgeous and they have been friends since birth. I don't stand a chance, at all.

“Ash, look. Rest assured, I’m so proud of you and how well you guys played. If I’m going to lose to anyone, I’m glad it’s you.” I bite the inside of my cheek, still feeling a boatload of nerves coming off of me in waves. “Are you positive?” My brother laughs. “Yes, dumbass! Now, change the call to video. The girls want to say hi to their favorite uncle.” I don’t think twice, as it’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen AJ’s kids and his wife. The first thing I see is his oldest daughter, Payton. I laugh, the six-year-old waving her hands at me.

Aria said. It’s not that she cared, but she just did not want to get into the hotel or sleep there. She wanted to go home with the stranger she considers to be a Greek god. But unknowningly, she has helped Kelvin clear his doubt. He now knows that she’s Aria. The very same Aria that was his friend at childhood. The only daughter of Jasmine, his mother’s used to be best friend. *What if Jasmine now has other children?*

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.”

That day however, wasn't a usual day. "Oh," I mumbled, and deciding it'd be pointless arguing or throwing a tantrum, I whirled around, and stumbled into the room. My vision was somewhat blurry, as I tried locating the bed, and my heart tightened in pain. I uttered a silent prayer inwardly, as I finally lay down on the bed, shutting my ears to whatever drama was ensuing outside. 'Goddesd, this can't be true.' .... Back at Elise's pack, Alpha Jared has a daughter from his unmated fling. She's grown. She's 18. She's.... Amelia.

Jael mumbled. "It will be our pleasure," Lowell responded. Jael leads us to his meeting room. Their house was quite large compared to the usual house of an alpha of any tribe. It was also well maintained despite the limited manpower they have. It also has an exquisite and delicate design that complements the ambiance of the whole village. His priced collections were used as decoration in their meeting hall to showcase the visitors his personal possession of rare items. He introduced us to his wife, Aja, and his daughter, Nyala. Both of them have dark brown hair and brown eyes. They have a remarkable resemblance.Nyala was 15 years old, and both of her parents seemed to adore her.

Oops, I totally forgot, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Jenny Wilson, the daughter of Mr Samuel and Mrs Alexa Wilson. I am from France, Paris but am recently living in New York with my grand parents. I am the only daughter and I also have a handsome brother –don't be jealous– named Jake, right now he's in California. My parents are filthy rich but I am not proud I guess, I'm 17 years old, I'm a great dancer but am also good at singing. That's all you need to know about me for now.

I’m taller and I can see he want authority, so I motion to the chairs. “Nala would you mind telling Amilee I’m talking to her parents and we will be in there in a few minutes,” I ask and Nala nods. “See if she want Raija and I’ll join the two of you,” Jason calls back before he starts dancing with his daughter. “What do you know about my daughter?” Mr. Joiner asks. “She is opening up slowly, but I know she works with a therapist to help work through her past, for Raija’s sake.”