Novel & Cerita A'ja Wilson Daughter

“What! How could you ask me that Alpha, she is my daughter, I raised her, I would never do anything to harm her” “Then bring her here right away!” I commanded. Just then, a young girl with pale fair skin and long red hair stepped out from the corner of the stairs. Clearly, she had been listening to our conversation “Pardon me Alpha king” she spoke. Bowing her head as she knelt before me. “Celine had gone to see the cartographer, we have an event coming up soon which I believe you might have heard of, but you are free to wait here” “This is my daughter, Jessica's, she is a good sister with Celine” Aiden added but none of that mattered to me. My wolf was slowly starting to get impatient, the b

"Ah, and are those three married yet?" Winston replied awkwardly, "My sixth child, Miley, has already married. She's currently overseas. My youngest, Tatiana, is still in school. I don't want her to marry just yet. Let her enjoy her youth and whatnot." "What about your third girl, the one you dote on? What was her name again? Al-something?" Winston's gaze turned gentle at the thought of his favorite daughter. "That's my eighth child, Alyssa."

I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Walking into the main courtyard of the kindergarten, I sat down on a wooden bench, facing a classroom. My hands tightened around my bag, feeling tense, and sweat quickly soaked my palms as the adorable children from the class began to come outside. It has been five years since I last witnessed my daughter’s growth in person. But I have never stopped missing her. After returning to the Wilson family, the first thing I requested was to find out how she was living now. One day, I saw my daughter, Hailey Kingston, along with her father, Nolan Kingston, in a Forbes magazine interview.

Alesha Zulvany Abraham is the eldest daughter of Reyhan Abraham and Fellycia Abraham. Alesha has a younger sister, who is only two years younger than him, namely Elsa Nevira Abraham. Alesha is now 23 years old, and he has just finished his undergraduate education. This afternoon, he and his friends celebrated graduation. And tonight, will be a farewell night for Alesha and her other campus friends. "Mommy, Daddy!" Alesha approached her parents, who were sitting in the living room.

Wilson replies, "He knew we wouldn't, Ajay. Jude isn't like that." Now, Andrew and I are watching each other. He chuckles, "Wilson's still wet behind the ears. Dude, you'll learn the hard way soon enough." Sighing, Wilson leans back and stares out the side window. We enter the house and scatter into our separate bedrooms. Chiara's door is shut closed. Curious, I check both ways and ease towards it. Out of nowhere, Wilson blocks me, saying, "Let her heal, Ajay." Once alone, I think about Deena saying she's carrying Jude's son. My emotions fluctuate from anger to heartbreak. Hopefully, she's lying, but why would Jude do this if not?

She peaks around corners, tip toeing around the palace hall. “I got you,” Joshua scoops his youngest child up in his arms and tickles her. “My Ariella.” “My Father,” Ari’s hands go to his cheeks. “I love you.” “You are my precious Princess,” Joshua whispers and kisses her head. “Father,” Alicia’s voice cuts through the moment. Joshua hurries to put Ariella down and turns to Alicia. “My daughter!” Joshua scoops Alicia into a tight hug. “How were your lessons?” “I got top marks!” Alicia brags.

" I turned to see Kaelos running toward me, his face pale, his eyes filled with panic and something else—fear? Guilt? “Kaelos,” Jessica greeted him in a voice that suddenly became soft, almost sweet. “It's been a long time.” Kaelos stopped beside me, his gaze locked on Jessica and the child in her arms. I watched his face closely, trying to read every emotion, every reaction. “Jessica,” he finally said, his voice controlled but tense. “What are you doing here?” “I'm here because of our daughter,” Jessica replied, lifting Elara slightly. “Elara. She's one year old now. And she has the right to know her father.”

"You're so beautiful, Alice. Kenzo will definitely like your appearance" said Brissia Tiffany Johnson praising her daughter's beauty. Her mother grabbed her daughter's shoulder, then stroked her daughter's long, wavy hair as a result of being curled on purpose. "Have you prepared a present for Kenzo, sweet heart?" asked Richard Johnson, her father. The man leaned against the doorway. Alice Gricelle Johnson. The 19 year old girl seemed shy and reluctant to answer her father's question. But the next second, she said quietly.

Jessica looked like she was about to squeal, and Emma seemed ready to jump up and down. “Uh… what did I miss?” I asked, thoroughly confused. Fiona broke the silence first, practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh, my gosh, Aria, your daughter has to do the shoot with you!” “What?” I was so shocked, I almost dropped my phone. “Think about it,” Fiona continued zealously. “Jasmine clearly loves this stuff. She wants to be a model, and this would be an experience of a lifetime for her! And the two of you could have so much fun together.”

She assures him, kissing his cheek, and he smiles lovingly at her. “Thanks Mum.” “Ugh, you’re such a mama’s boy.” RJ gives her a side glare, and she pokes her tongue out at him. “Look, it’s your girlfrie—ow.” Alaia hisses when RJ kicks her under the table. “Morning!” Aimee chirps, walking into the kitchen, followed by Josh, Isla, and their youngest daughter Zuri, who was one year younger than Aria. “Hi, punctual as ever, Aimes.” Shayla drawls sarcastically, and Aimee grins.