Aaliyah Daughter Now Novels & Stories

“She is beautiful. And how tiny she is.” Peter had already forgotten what it was like to hold a tiny baby like Aaliyah in his arms. Ariana was born to them more than eighteen years ago, and Peter was almost always on duty. He could not help his wife with the care of their daughter. Now it was different. Although he had an agreement with Daniel and a permanent position in the barracks, he still had time for his granddaughter.

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.

she paused and wiped her face. "My dad was killed, and I was left alone to walk this world alone," Khloe lamented in tears. The old witch Aliya raised her hands to pay her on her shoulder but slightly unsure of such a gesture, dropped her hands. "you won't be alone anymore," Aliya said trying to cheer her up. "It easy for you to say," Khloe said sadly. "I thought you have a new mother now?" Aliya asked, Khloe turned her wet face towards Aliya and saw the wrinkled smile on her face, she knew who Aliya was referring to.

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.

Alicia grabbed her phone from her handbag and smiled when she saw the person face timing her. She swipe the receive icon and sat down on the chair. "Hey sweetheart," "Mom, i miss you, grandfather won't let me come to you and I'm pissed." The teenage girl said. Alicia laughed, her eyes twinkles with admiration whenever she looks at her daughter. Tanya Young, her 16 years old daughter, also one of the reasons why she felt like being with Braxton will cause more harm than good in her life. "You know that mommy is busy baby, but don't worry I'll come get you sometimes next week, happy?" Alicia asked Tanya and she nodded,

For a second, I forgot. “Right. Uh, Gina, this is my daughter Aaliyah. Baby, this is Gina. My vice president.” “Daddy, don't be silly. Of course we've met.” Aaliyah chuckled. “Yeah. But not officially.” I countered. “Good to see you, Aaliyah.” Gina put out a hand and Aaliyah accepted it gracefully. She sure knows how to blend into my business world perfectly. That makes her a perfect heiress. And because I plan on giving her a perfect company as her inheritance, I should have my head and mind in order. I shouldn't let a tsunami of a girl ruin my sanity.

"I just got off the phone with Annabelle. She never gave them your name. You're in the clear." I took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what I would have done if Alexander found out." "Well, just be careful," the contact said." Alexander is now on high alert, and him and his pack arelooking for anyone involved in the failed kidnapping attempt. You don't want to be the next person they catch." "I know," I replied, still feeling a little uneasy. "I'll be careful."

I stood, stunned speechless as Kaiden’s face lit up with a heart-warming smile and he swung the girl up to sit on his shoulders. “And last but certainly not the least, Aliya, meet Quinn, my darling daughter.” What. The. Heck?

Mason laughed loudly. For a moment, everything felt normal. I should not have trusted that feeling. My phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. “Hello?” Silence. Then a woman’s voice. “Hello, Aria. It’s been a long time.” My stomach dropped. “Who is this?” “You don’t remember me?” she said lightly. “That’s sad. I remember you very well.” She laughed a little. “You have a beautiful son. He has Ethan’s eyes.” My body went cold.

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.