Novel & Cerita Adam Lambert Daughter

Pick up the medallion. Open it. His little face was quiet. Too quiet. Then he looked at me. And it was enough for me. I took it with trembling hands. Inside was a new photo. Not Emil. Not Noah. Not me. A girl. Maybe eight years old. Dark hair. Amber eyes. She was in front of our summer house. And held Liam's hand. On the back there was a crawling children's note: She's coming tomorrow. This time it's your daughter.

Theodore was still in my arms, his eyes watery but his sobs finally settling as he clung to the teddy. On the doorstep stood a middle-aged woman. “Good evening, Luna,” she said, nodding her head. “Hey, can I help?” She gave a small smile, “I don’t mean to bother you, but there is something you should know about your eldest son.” My stomach sunk. What now? “I believe he has slept with my daughter, Jessica Michaels. She’s only just sixteen and her father is furious.” I closed my eyes for a second and sighed. “Do you know when?”

They were about to round up the press conference when Liam entered. "Excuse me, I have an announcement to make also," he said, ignoring the stares from all of us. "Next week Saturday will be my daughter's six years birthday and I'll like you to grace the occasion. Hope you don't mind?" He smirked "What? Which daughter? Does he have a daughter? I've never heard about that before" the reporters murmured within themselves. "What are you talking about, Liam," the first lady asked with Shock written over her. "My one and only daughter, Ava Diamond Miller," he said.

Her real name is Amanda Garcia,she truly was Jacob's daughter,I didn’t really wanna believe at first because,I thought they were partners in crime and just made up the story to fool me. Surprisingly she was just 23 years old,Wow! She looks older than her age then.I vividly remember when we first met at the university,I was so engrossed in searching for a book which our lecturer gave us an assignment on,that I didn’t know when I bumped into someone and that someone was her.

It looked intimate, raw, and entirely undeniable. HEADLINE: DEVIL’S WOLVES GUITARIST TOREN SPOTTED IN PASSIONATE EMBRACE WITH BANDMATE AIDEN’S 19-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER KYRA. My stomach dropped into a cold, dark abyss. I scrolled down instinctively, my thumb moving of its own accord, drawn toward the comment section like a moth to a flame. The words blurred together before my eyes, a toxic flood of public judgment spilling across the screen in real-time.

"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.

“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.

Liam choked on his saliva at the boy's suggestion, yes they looked alike, but how could that explain that Kyla went through a miscarriage? Just then a text message from Kyla came in informing her that Diana had stabilized, but the doctor said it wasn't for long. On seeing the text Amber knew that she was on her way back, knowing how worried she was of the deal. The tension in the room could be sliced with a knife as everyone was quiet. “Well Dylan this is my brother, Liam, and his son, Dean,” Amber explained, making Liam clench his fists. How he wished Dylan were his son, he couldn't explain how pulled to him, he felt.