A'ja Wilson Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”

Keegan had no choice but to put his phone on speaker. Aldor said, "Mrs. Kane, does this Kayla Wilson have a mole on her eyebrow and wear multiple bangles when she goes out as if she wants everyone to know she's rich?" "Yes, yes, yes. That's her. Aldor, do you know who she is?" Aldor chuckled, "She's the daughter of Mark Wilson. I do not personally know her, but Mr. Kane worked with his company before, so I did some background research on their family."

When Jada laughs at her mom's choice of words, "OK, Mom, cleaner and fresher, I get it." Still observing her daughter closely, Martha says, overwhelmed to have her daughter home, "Sweetie, what's wrong?" Out of all her kids, Jada was the only one who did not live at home with them. Jada had two siblings, a brother, Jadon Wilson, nineteen, who had recently started college, and a sister, Janiah Wilson, fifteen, who was still in high school. They all had their mother's blonde hair and their father's blue eyes. "Want anything to drink?" Martha asked as she busied herself with glasses and got the fresh lemonade drink in the freezer perfectly chilled. As she patiently waits for Jada to confide in

“You have older cousins, why did you think I chose you?” “So all this while you knew she was the president's hidden daughter?” Clinton asked, maintaining eye contact with his grandpa. “No, in fact, I just found out today, and I was ashamed and disappointed in you. We all thought the president's hidden daughter would be in a foreign country, living her best life not knowing she was under our roof all this time.” “So what should I do?” “You have to appease her, only she has the final say.” “What?” “She’s the only one who can fix this mess,” Grandpa continued.

“Alright then, I’m leaving.” “scrum!” Jaelyn was about to leave too. As for her daughter Joniss, she had already left to find someone to teach her some combat skills. she was determined to give Joshua a surprised and finally defeat him. Jaelyn could not advised with wilful daughter of hers. She could only send some people to protect her and allow her to give her ways. This was why she looked even angrier when she saw Joshua this time round. This was all because of Joshua that her daughter had become like this!

She asked. “Ariana Jade,” she answered. Three days after, Daniella was allowed to go home and nursed her daughter in the comfort of her own home. As it was in the family tradition to baptize a newborn before the child reached one month old, she was busy making some arrangements for AJ’s first event.

She needed to get her mind away from Wyoming’s impending departure to calm herself. ____ “You are cleared to go.” Finally, after a boring three-days and two-night stay at the hospital, the doctor was giving her permission to leave. Wyoming heaved a sigh of relief. She had been itching to get out of the hospital confines and was glad that she was being discharged. The result of her DNA samples came back yesterday confirming what the doctor earlier disclosed - she is Wyoming Wilson, daughter of Alicia Ellish and John Wilson. Even without the confirmation result, Wyoming knew that she was her parents’ daughter- have known it since the other day when she woke up and found herself surrounded by h

“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.