Adam Lambert Daughter Novels & Stories

“So you had a child with her? I am supposed to have a sibling? Is that what you are trying to explain?” “A daughter,” I said, my voice dropping into a whisper. “One I kept secret. One I found years later. One I raised, away from Marissa and her beloved mate. One I taught to be sharper than any wolf I’ve known. It is a shame that her mother had died before finding out that her daughter was alive. Had she not burned in that building to save Damon as an infant, she would have been alive. Maybe she would have found her child.” Lysandra took a step back, her face pale. “Please tell me that you are not referring to Sienna as your daughter.”

Back at Prescott Manor, Ember was watching a variety show in the living room when a servant came in. "Madam Ember, Ms. Lambert is here to see you." "Ms. Lambert?" Ember was confused. "She says she's your goddaughter." "Oh, it's her! Let her in!" Ember finally realized who Amy, the housemaid, was talking about. When Amelia first learned of her pregnancy, the two had met at the hospital. They had a pleasant conversation, and Ember casually mentioned that she would acknowledge Alex as her goddaughter.

Amber replied. “Alright girls, settle down before the food gets cold. You got here just in time.” Ellen sat across from Ezra while Amber sat across from me and next to her friend who looked like a Barbie doll and a supermodel at the same time. I get of felt ambushed. “Amber-Lace is my daughter. She’s a lawyer. A high profile one too and her best friend Katrina is a jack of all trades. She’s a real estate agent and a fabulous businesswoman!” Ellen said proudly.

he says his voice expressing bewilderment. Both men entered and saw Garette pointing at the TV. The latter increased the volume as it was on the news channel. - - Breaking news: Billionaire heiress Latton Ripley, daughter of business magnate Albert Ripley was seen inside a car owned by the organization Harmony Liberty, a well-known rehab here in the city of Angels. Our sources say the heiress has been add… - Albert switched off the TV. He was perplexed at how the news circulated that fast.

“What did he say?!” Ava turned sharply, “Nothing you need to know!” Lauren paused then smiled slowly.“Oh… it’s serious.” Ava groaned and walked into her room, Lauren followed anyway. — At the Cole mansion, Amber paced slowly in the room while Albert sat quietly, watching her. “Fine…i don’t understand what’s happening with Adrian,” he said finally and Amber stopped, turning to him. “That girl… Livia…” Albert frowned.“What about her?” “She’s pregnant,” Amber said.

It was an unexpected twist. I turned to Neal, noticing his intrigue mirrored my own. He leaned in, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Camille Dumont is the daughter of Alpha Lucian and honorary Luna Bo." "Bo, the late daughter of the late Abigail De'Crescent, the esteemed healer?" I verified, seeking clarification. Neal nodded in affirmation.

"Not at all." "Is it true that you have a child with him?" another reporter asked quickly. "Some people say that when you divorced, you were pregnant." Elena nodded. "Yes. And today, I want the world to know that I have four wonderful children. Three smart girls, and one son." All the cameras went straight to her. "My son's name is Alva. He's almost five years old." "Alva Lancaster?" someone asked. Elena stared intently at the camera. "I call him Alva Whitmore but, yes... he is the son of Damian Lancaster."

I also prepared myself to scold my spy for being careless to have contacted a scammer, when I heard a rustling sound in the bush and from it stepped out a beautiful lady. “I'm sorry I kept you waiting…” “Save your apologies and let's go straight to business,” I said, cutting her short. “What do you know about Logan's wife and son?” The lady gave a wide grin, revealing her beautiful dentition. “A lot. For starters, her name is Amber and her son is Grandal. From the little glimpse I got of him, he is quite a sight to behold. He is almost one year old if I predict correctly.” “And how do you know that?” I asked, my interest piqued.

The awkwardness was palpable, and though Renee wanted to laugh, the name she'd overheard weighed on her mind, dampening her mood. “Damian, may I ask you something?" Without waiting for his response, she continued, "Do you know Vivian Lambert?" “Vivian Lambert? How do you know her? She's a jewelry designer who's been abroad for years. There's been no talk of her here."Damian moved them aside to avoid obstructing others. "She...does she know Marcelo?"Renee’s heart raced with the question. “The Lamberts and Marcelo’s mother's families are old friends. Vivian and Marcelo grew up together,"Damian shared. Then,changing the subject, he asked, "Will you be returning with me later?"

Behind them were the Leondale. "Behave," his mother whispered as she embraced her son. "Good evening," he greeted them and forced a thin smile on his lips. His eyes went to their heiress who was already looking at him with that tender smile on her lips. He barely remembers that face. But he knows that he met her a few times. "This is our daughter, Gabe." Mrs. Leondale introduced her daughter. "Hi, nice to see you again. I'm Amber Leondale, remember me?" She asked and chuckled. Her hands were lifted up in the air as she first offered her hand to Gabe.