A'ja Wilson Daughter Novels & Stories

Wilson Heinrich was placed on his cradle after being fed. Jade took the name of her youngest son from his adoptive father Wilson and Heinrich, the man who saved her from those who sought to kill her. "Why are you wearing a long face?" Cecilia cast a question to Jared innocently. "You should be in a festive mood because your nephew and niece are delivered safely," Jade said, wearing a sad expression as if she was offended. But deep inside she was just trying to pry on his love affair.

Aria's pov Standing beside Jasper we looked out at the gathering of all the packs we had added to our huge kingdom. Our five-year-old son, Landon, tugged on my finger while Aella told him to wait, as she stood next to her striking boyfriend, Stephen Harrison. She pulled her brother back and then whispered, “This is my celebration, Little brother. What do you need?” Listening to my mate's speech, I missed what Landon said as the crowd cheered for our daughter's engagement to Stephen Harrison and her birthday celebration.

Jennifer went downstairs and saw her youngest daughter, Alicia, in the living room. "What's going on, Mom? I heard you and Dad arguing?" Alicia, a 19-year-old girl, asked. She was a nursing student and hadn't graduated yet. Her skin was as fair as the sun, she has long blonde hair, and resembled her mother. "It's your father. He loaned 10 million dollars, and now he has lost everything." Mrs. Jennifer cried, and Alicia collasped on the black couch.

It had been my mother's idea to leave the space in between, and at the time, I disagreed, thinking how it was selfish to think that Leo would occupy that space someday. "You already met Clarissa Louisa Williams, my daughter." I say with a smile as I think of my daughter. She has my white blonde hair and blue eyes but Jada's facial features. She's beautiful. "And my son Ryan Costa Williams. They are the best kids anyone would wish for guys." I say just as I hear Ryan shouting for me. I immediately smile and get up.

Disapproval flashed across his face when he took in my dress. “Jaxon , meet my daughter, Ayla .” A hint of warning rang in Dad’s voice, which bounced right off Jaxon ’s stoic demeanor. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ayla .” His mouth pulled into an almost non-existent smile as he took my hand and kissed it. I trembled. Dark blue eyes flashed up to mine, and I straightened my spine. “The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .”

Ashley asked. Vivian grabbed Ashley's hand tighter. "We're leaving. Now." She practically dragged the child out of my office. I watched them go. Heard Vivian's heels clicking rapidly down the hallway. Heard her voice, shrill and panicked, demanding to see Jaxon immediately. Then silence. I sat down at my desk and realized my hands were shaking. That was Jaxon's daughter. Three years old. The same age as Rowan and Nova. The heir he'd divorced me for.

"How can I not use this opportunity to get on his good side and make him hate Luna? "Today, I told him that I wanted Luna to attend my wedding, and now, he's fighting with Luna over that! Hahaha!" She cackled for a long time before finally putting on a straight face and adding, "By the way, can you hear the sounds of this baby in my arms? "It's a little girl who had just turned one month old. Everyone thinks this is me and Malcolm's daughter, but the truth is, she isn't." Heather lowered her head to touch Riley's small hand against Rosalyn's skin gently. "This is Joshua and Luna's daughter.

The silence in the foyer was absolute. Aria felt a shockwave go through the room. A daughter. Julian wasn't just a lawyer; he was a father. He had a stake in the future, just like them. "You have a daughter," Noah whispered. "I do," Julian said. He looked down at the girl. "Say hello, Lila. This is your Uncle Noah." Lila looked up. She studied Noah with an intensity that belonged in a boardroom. Then she offered a small, shy wave. "Hi," she whispered.

“Holy shit! You did what now?!” I give a small smile. I can’t help it when talking about my daughter. “Abby. She’s about to turn three.” I see Lisa’s mind whirring with the numbers. “Oh. My. God. Jayden’s the father, isn’t he? The night with the drugs…”

Aryan said as he wore his casual t-shirt and Eric jerked up, facing him and the next moment he jumped down from his bed, slipping into his slipper and left the room while Eric stared at him. “Another foodie in the house,” He muttered, brushing his hair. *** Mishka was scrolling on her phone, zooming in on Rylie’s picture and no doubt she was Jake’s daughter. Rylie was six months older than Kiara and it was the time when Jake and Jessica were engaged.