Aaliyah Daughter Novels & Stories

I asked. I inwardly prayed it's not Jaden's son. "Nope. Aliya is crooked. Be careful of her." "Whose son?" "She secretly dated Alpha Nathan while she was dating our Sir Jaden. Everyone believes it's Nathan's son." "Why then is she using her son?" "I don't know," she replied, fidgeting. "You seem to know more too," I tell her, and she stands to her feet. "I'd get going," she motioned, bowing her head. I watched her leave.

The girl opened her mouth and laughed loudly. I furrowed my brows, unable to understand how a little girl could have such a cruel mind. I suddenly felt that she was familiar; her arrogant and inconsiderate appearance resembled Stella's. This girl's background is not low. "Gamma's daughter is an only child, so she is very pampered. Her name is Helen." Aliyah crossed her arms and walked over. I looked at her; while I was being beaten, she ran away and disappeared; only then did she come back.

Aiden stared into her blue eyes—the ones that always drowned him without even trying. Whenever he looked at her, all he could see was her actual face, not the one she wore now. In the past, he would have done anything just to see her smile innocently. She was a protected kid, growing up with everything she wanted. Even though Aliyah didn’t have much to offer, she made sure her daughter had the world.

I would not be stopping her. "You let me walk through this place, blind to the fact that my daughter was out there…" “She is Alaria’s daughter, Liam. I am calling you by your first name in case you choose to remember who you were.” Alexandra cut in again. “You might be angry that she chose to hide it from you, but the child was hers. And now yours. But back then, she was alone. Wounded. Rejected. You do not get to stand here and demand loyalty from someone you threw away. Someone, as far as I am concerned, you also chose to play with.”

' Nia says, doubt weighing heavily on her mind for some reason. 'There's no coincidences here, Nia. The time frames match too perfectly. Their daughter would be around Rosie's age. Plus, Talon will be able to smell if it's his daughter. It's in our DNA to be able to smell those types of things,' I say, thinking about Leon's baby. I was still struggling to get past what had happened. I couldn't help but think if I had just tried harder, but at the time, I had used every ounce of power I had.

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

Lyra’s POV My name is Lyra Ashwood, and today I turn eighteen — the day meant to decide everything. To the pack, I am the Alpha’s daughter: a princess born into the bloodline of Kael Ashwood, the most feared and respected ruler among the packs. Behind these walls, I am something else entirely. An unwanted shadow. A name spoken with pity instead of pride. My mother died when I was two. I have no memories of her — only the absence she left behind, a shape no one else ever quite filled. My father remarried within the year.

"Of course." She walked in and went to sit straight on my bed. "So I've been thinking about something. Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind until now. I don't know if you will agree or not and you don't have to, just know that it would be best if you did agree." "I have no idea what you're talking about." I took a seat next to her. Heather crossed her legs. "I think you should reveal yourself to the world as Alistair Jenson's daughter."

Around six o'clock, Ailany and her husband arrived at the Hamilton's manor with their youngest daughter. Mrs. Hamilton personally went out to welcome them. "Dad, Mom, you're here." Aaliyah happily ran out of the hall. Her parents were her strongest backers. As long as her parents were there, she would feel relieved. But when Aaliyah saw the girl her mother was holding, the smile on her face immediately became half—smile. She even shot a hateful glance at the girl in the green dress.

Damien said in a diplomatic tone. “My daughter, Princess Aaliyah is sick. She was born with only half her soul and only by mating with her soulmate before her eighteenth moon might she be well. My seer, Amal saw your boy on his return trip from visiting his family when he ran into your son and discovered he was my daughter’s soulmate.” George said.