Ariana Grande Daughter Novels & Stories

However, Ariana warns her sisters because she knows Denver is shy about that. “How old are you?” Ariana asked in a pleasant tone. “I’m turning nineteen next year. How about you?” Ariana beams at him since their age is not too far. “I’m turning eighteen. You’re one year ahead of me. Brother is now twenty-two. Do you get along with each other?” For a moment, Denver is mute. Nonetheless, Angelito walks to them and chuckles. “Wow, your mom said you got great grades, Sandra?!” The youngest daughter of the household hears Angelito. She is so ecstatic and grins at him.

"Do not forget our agreement in all of these. You are to be married by this time next month. You should focus on building your company and make yourself worthy of Ashley Davis' attention." At that moment, I saw Ariana running to the living room, and towards me. "You said you will be back soon." She squealed excitedly, before she turned and realized someone else was there. My father frowned at her. Shit! "Who is this?" "She's my daughter."

His jaw tightened, and he stared down at his plate like it was the most important thing in the room. Left hanging, Ariana shifted her gaze toward Mrs. Bennett. “Oh, that’s Ariana,” Mrs. Bennett said quickly, her voice smooth but slightly clipped. “She’s....sorry. Her name is Ariana.” Jane blinked. “Ariana… and is she a cousin or something?” “Yes,” Mrs. Bennett replied, too quickly this time. “She’s one of Ryan’s cousins. And that’s her daughter, Rihanna.” “I see. Well,” Jane said with a gracious smile, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ariana.”

“And fate has made its own.” I didn’t answer. Because, in truth, I wasn’t sure if I had made any choice at all. Ariana shifted slightly, glancing back at Xavier and Aurora, who stood a few steps behind her. Then, as if making a decision, she turned back to my parents. “There’s someone else I want you to meet.” She stepped aside and gestured toward Xavier, who approached cautiously, holding Aurora in his arms. “This is Xavier,” Ariana said. “And this—” she took Aurora from him, holding her protectively “—is Aurora, my daughter.”

His voice was deep, soothing, the voice of a man who had spent his life bringing peace to war zones. And Grace... Grace was sitting on the floor, holding a great-grandchild—a baby girl named Aria. "She's sleeping," Grace whispered. "Let her sleep," Aria said. Her voice was a whisper, a rustle of dry leaves. "She has a lot of growing to do." Aria looked around the room. She saw faces she knew as well as her own. Sienna’s daughter, Hope, now a grandmother herself. Julian’s son, Leo, looking so much like his father it made Aria’s heart ache with a sweet, nostalgic pang.

~ LAURA’S POV I lifted my hand toward Ariana's mouth, ready to feed her a bite of her sandwich, when she suddenly asked, "Mommy, what’s that on your hand?" Her innocent voice danced in my ears, a sweet melody that always brought a smile to my face. Ariana is my daughter, the only hope of my existence, and the sole sign of my love with Theo. She has this remarkable innocence and beauty that mirrors her Theo’s charm, and in that moment, she looks like a little angel.

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet house. I said nothing. “Answer me, Ariana!” Tears filled my eyes. “Yes.” She took a deep breath, shaking her head. “Who?” I stared at the floor. Her voice rose. “Who is the father?” I couldn’t say it. She stepped closer. “Ariana–” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Oh, you don’t want to talk about it?” she repeated, laughing bitterly. “My ninteen-year-old daughter is pregnant, and she doesn’t want to talk about it?”

Arianna said sadly. “But why do you want them to get rid of it?” Hannah asked “Because it belongs to my daughter,” Ariana said and paused. “Your daughter? Where’s she? I would love to meet her” Hannah said smiling. “She's dead,” Arianna said and Hannah opened her eyes wide in surprise. “Oh my goodness!! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had a daughter. I’m so sorry” Hannah said and Arianna smiled. “You shouldn't apologize, it isn't your fault. Her name was Cinderella McKenzie. She's so beautiful like you. She has your eye colors and everything” Arianna said and sat on the bed in the room.

Arianne said with a forced smile. The teacher said her goodbye and as Tara stopped crying, I went with them to the check up room. In the elevator I saw how Arianne tried to act tough in front of her daughter. I am guessing she is a single mom because I heard her called her son’s name as Miller. Maybe if things would go as I planned then I could adopt her kids. I smiled in my mind upon the thought of it. Anyways, the little girl is so cute and adorable already.