Adam Lambert Daughter Novels & Stories

“Really?” April nodded, her smile widening. “Really. What’s your name?” “Lily,” the little girl replied with a grin, her earlier worry forgotten. “Lily Darkclaw.” April’s heart skipped a beat. Darkclaw. Her mind immediately raced with possibilities. Was this Lucifer's daughter? Did he have a child with Isabella ? or is she Jessica and Mikhail's daughter? She couldn’t help the curiosity bubbling inside her. But then she noticed a familiar figure approaching—Jessica. The girl’s mother.

"Of course not. Sebastian wouldn't... he's not like that." "Then what's got you tied up in knots?" Dad pressed, his eyes narrowing. I sighed, finally tearing my gaze away from Sebastian to meet my father's concerned look. "It's not him I'm worried about," I admitted. "It's me. I think I’m the one who is going to end up hurting him." The words hung in the air between us, unspoken but heavy with implication. I was Lucifer's daughter, after all. Destruction was in my blood.

Layson noticed her blush and smiled knowingly but chose not to tease her further. Just as Layson was about to leave, Adela's phone buzzed with Liam’s message—a newborn baby's tiny footprints. Seeing her reaction, Layson glanced at her screen and smiled warmly. "Congratulations to the new father. Liam always wanted a daughter. Looks like he got his wish." The mention of "daughter" made Adela's fingers whiten slightly. Layson quickly set down his briefcase, pulling her onto the sofa, embracing her gently. He kissed her forehead and said softly, "He genuinely wanted a daughter. Every time we drank together, he would mention it."

“Something you don’t know. Something that’ll change everything.” He laughed, a bitter, hollow sound, his eyes glinting with contempt. “Information?” he said, his voice mocking. “You think you’ve got some secret that’s gonna fix this? You’re dreaming, Amanda. You’re nothing.” I smiled, a cold, deliberate curve of my lips, my heart pounding with the thrill of holding the upper hand. “Oh, I’m not dreaming,” I said, my voice smooth, venomous. “I saw Ella today, Marcus. At Shawn Hayes’s mansion. And guess what? She’s got a daughter. A little girl named Lily. Five years old. Blonde hair, light eyes—just like the Carters. Just like you.”

I repeated, my stomach turning at the thought. "Well, yeah" she said, blinking innocently. "It was actually my idea, because, you know, Zach and I have them too…" "Arabella, stop" I said, cutting her off sharply, visibly recoiling. She winced "Sorry! I'll, um, go check on Zach now" With that, she practically ran up the stairs, leaving an awkward silence in her wake. "Where on earth did Zach find her?" Liam muttered, shaking his head. Cassandra swatted his arm "She's the youngest daughter of Clover Jewels"

My eyes glanced at Ayla, and she had a smile on her lips. I wonder if she is thinking of the same thing I did before I put on my shirt. I don't want any other woman to see my chest. I don't want another woman thinking of this chest against their back. The only woman who should have such thoughts is Ayla. She can keep thinking about it, as long as it means we'll be together. “This is important my son,” she said as she, and the woman walked in deeper into my office chamber. “This is Camila, daughter of Lord Lycan Adidas of Teldon State. The biggest state in Mercia,” she said, and I groaned.

Steven Lambert claimed my mother almost killed his wife and daughter, branding me as a sinner from birth. For twenty years, he and his family tormented me in the name of atonement. I was forced into a cruel marriage with the vile Caleb Carpenter in Cindy's place, only to suffer a tragic end. Only then did the Lamberts realize I was their daughter. Yet all this time, the very existence they believed to be a sinner enjoyed their bottomless affection and adoration.

Abram’s face was inches from the man's ear. "Your daughter is still in that boarding school in Lausanne, isn't she, Miller?" Abram’s whisper was a dry, rasping scrape. "The one built over the old limestone caves? I wonder if she knows about the basement accounts you’ve been using to pay for her 'tutors.' Or the girl who went missing in the dorms last spring." Miller turned a sickly shade of grey. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He sat down, his knees hitting the underside of the table with a dull thud. He didn't look at Abram again.

“The one who just stared into these woods like she could see me. Who. Is. She.” Realization dawned in her eyes. “Oh,” she breathed. “That’s… Alaria. She is staying with us for now.” I repeated the name quietly, savoring it on my tongue. “Alaria,” I murmured. “She’s… Alpha Liam’s ex-wife,” Amelia went on quickly. “Mother of his… child. The one Claire hates. He saved her life from the rogues and then found out about the child and once he found out and confirmed that the baby was his… he refused to let her go.”

when she spotted Abaddon take the sky, she grabbed his leg pulling him back to the ground. "let me go lilith." screamed Abaddon trying to push himself away from her. "Do I look like lilith brother?" responded she in a masculine voice. "let your men go after her. she won't last. she is just a baby and we are the men." "Behemoth. you?" turned Abaddon calming. "Remember what I told you little brother. Father will help get Baramora back. we don't need to put in the effort." "Are you sure father will?"