Anuel Aa Parents Novels & Stories

I say, practically all in one beat. Exhausted, I slump back against my pillow again. I’m saying all this, but it is hard to accept. But I’ve lived my entire life not having the best relationship with myparents. “Stace and I have been trying to find your birth parents, but so far we haven’t been successful,” Noah says grimly. I let that settle over me, like cold water drenching every pore of my body. “I have no doubt they loved you. We will find them, don’t worry.”

"Oliv, if you see this recording, it means that Grandpa is no longer in this world. I'm sorry, son, for leaving you. I promised that I would always be with you and take care of you until you found someone who could make you happy. Oliv, actually, I have something to tell you about your identity and your family. Lukas Abner and Cecilia Abner, who you know as your parents, are not your biological parents. To be more precise, they are also your adoptive parents. Actually, your biological parents are still alive, Oliv."

I will make sure of that. “The drive going to the public market is still long. Why don’t we just get to know more about each other? I am Bartolome Soriano. My father is Bert. My mother is Anita, and my sister is Basilia, or simply Basha. Nanay Valen is the cousin of my late grandmother, Lola Nenita,” he began. I did not answer, but Bart seemed persistent to have me narrate my whole life. He just kept on talking! He had so much to say that I do not know where he was getting all of the energy and effort to talk.

Relieves sadness. "Lucas Nixon Montiero," I looked at the person next to me when he suddenly spoke. "That's my full name, in case you don't know my full name yet or you forgot." "I have a younger sister named Julie Ann Montiero and she is in another country now. My parent's name is Nixon Montiero, that's my father's name while my mother is Alicia Montiero. They died in a car accident intentionally," he explained so I looked at him when he said he intentionally the accident of his parents.

He sighed heavily. Cain’s jaw hardened, he would have retorted but he knew that he could not… these guys were Reyna’s family and like she said that he was stuck with them for good. “ Uncle Dan don’t make me hurt you.” Reyna warned with her fingers clutching the fork, then she turned to Nolan and added, “ And I do have a father though he is not here at the moment, he raised me just fine.”

—He is our uncle Matallus protected us while we were in this dispute, which lasted longer than it should have. —Are you the brother of this monster? —I can't deny it, just as I can't deny your resemblance to your father. -My father? —That's Limber, we have a father, mother and uncle, a beautiful dysfunctional family, a crazy mother, a father who is more than a century old and an uncle who is a mix between vampire and wolf and immortal and then we —I think so, Ana, you described them very well. Where is our supposed father? —Here, as or more impressed than you, I thought I only had a daughter and now it turns out that I also have a son

"Yes! Aunt Celestine told me that you are my grandma and grandpa! I am Blake Ethan Hernandez II, turning six years old! My mother is Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer and My Dad is Barack Santiolle! I was born in Italy!" Their jaws dropped while Celestine released a smirk, watching at them who were in great shock.

He said with a shrug of his little shoulders. Athaliah never told him about who his father was? Why? Who was Ryan's father? "Why do you think I could be your Papa?" Aaron asked. "After coming here, I got my Aiden uncle, grandma and grandpa. I only need to find my Papa now. And mumma seems to know you and I would like you as my Papa." He said, his feelings were unarranged. "With how many people you used to live at your last house?" Aaron asked with a frown. He was standing right now.

Turning to the newcomer, she asked, “Who are you?” Comeon, her life was bullshit shit now! Who ever was writing the script of her life, please write something believable! The man responded confidently, “I’m your to-be husband.” Both Anne and Coco’s jaws dropped in disbelief. Coco clutched her mother’s leg and said, “Excuse me, handsome uncle, my mommy is my daddy’s wife.” Without hesitation, the man replied, “Your mother is Sabrina Taylor, and your father is Nathaniel Hart who, god bless his soul, is no longer alive.”

“I am, Aaron.” “Okay…” he carefully opened it. “My dearest Annie…never forget I am a broken doll. I tried to escape but they found me. Blood ties entwined me to a past that was forged onto me. You dad tried to safe me but they never let me forget. I did my best to safe you girls but he already taken hold of Anja. Aaron’s grandfather, I found him through the church, he is your guardian. Should your husband choose to stay at your side, love him back. I did my best to protect you. Remember always, I love you, Mom.”