Aaliyah Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aliana fingers around the fork clenched, vein bulging out from her fair calloused hand. “He do right? He really did have another kid other than me?” her words, her voice, all seemed to break Aliana apart, but, with her throat filled with lump, she forced herself to remain calm, “It’s your birthday today Ana, don’t bother yourself with ugly things..” “It’s past my birthday mama, it’s not my birthday anymore,” Aliana eyes flickered, before she wryly smiled. That’s right. It is past her daughter birthday, and the person they were waiting for still didn’t arrive.

I know better than to let my mind wander. Besides, I knew that my parents were planning for this Council to marry me off to some stranger. Ashe poked her head into my thoughts, All the more reason we should indulge. I mean did you really get a good look at that ass. I think you should check one more time. I swear there was not a leash short enough to reign her in on. She was incorrigible when it came to "enjoying life to its fullest". Allowing myself to engage in more risky activities was never an option. I was never allowed to engage in parties with friends, or even be alone with a boy. I was the Alpha's daughter, everyone knew who I was and I had an appearance to keep up. Before the Counci

Elliot remained utterly still, only the slight tightening of his fingers on his book betraying his shock. "You're going to be the Queen," Buck finally managed, his voice uncharacteristically small. “No Queen Consort, the next true Queen of Moon’s Fall will be his Heir and daughter.” His mother replied firmly. "Daughter?" Buck's voice rose in pitch. "The King has a daughter?" Phoebe's expression shifted to one of mild surprise. "Yes, of course. Princess Elizabeth. She's in your year at the Academy. I believe she is 12 years old. It’s to hide who she really is."

“A maid? Everyone knows that I am not a maid anymore. I am now the only heiress of the Wyatt corporation.” “Huh!” Sherly scoffed. “You do have a thick-face. Aren’t you? I know that you aren’t Astell’s real daughter.” Frowning, Zion stared at Reese’s reaction. Her lips twitched and her eyes have murderous aura in them. ‘Reese isn’t the real daughter?’ Zion asked inwardly while listening. “Just like what I expected,” Reese chuckled. “You know it. And that’s why I am making a deal with you. Keep that a secret. Then, I will help your daughter. She’s my sister-in-law after all.”

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

"Does that make sense?" "It does. You have to do what's good for you, Elara. You can't just be Aiden's wife and Kyra's mom—you have to be you, too. You're an amazing singer, and I think your own band will do awesome. An all-girl rock band is fuckin' kickass. I think he'll be proud of you." "I hope so." Sitting up, I squint at the digital clock next to their bed. It's almost five p.m.

Like he didn’t even recognize me. Reluctantly I handed over the toy, I didn’t want him to leave. Talking to him was a gift I haven’t had in a long time. “What’s your daughter’s name?” “Alexis.” Quickly, I tried to mask the surprise that I knew he could read on my face, but not before he noticed. “Alexis. A beautiful name.”

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

I removed my jacket and wrapped it around her tightly to warm her up some more. "Shhh... It's okay. I am here now. You will be okay. Who did this to you?" I asked. "M...My father." She replied weakly. Anger burst through my veins. How can a father do this to his own daughter? "You will be okay. I promise. Let me get you to the hospital." I began to lift her up, bridal style. She touched me. "Please....no hospital." She pleaded with me. Not again. "Makaila, you need to be treated. Please let me take you to the hospital." I pleaded.

“Do you remember the day your parents brought Eva home?” “Yes.” I would remember that day until I died. That was the beginning of everything unraveling in my life. “When you were little,” Adam said quietly, “your mother had another baby. A girl. She was kidnapped shortly after she was born. Your father believed it was done by a rival family. He searched for that child for nearly five years.” The words sank slowly. “They eventually found a lead,” Adam continued. “They ran a DNA test. It matched. They believed Eva was your long-lost sister.”