Ariana Grande Daughter Novels & Stories

“Eos I am no longer a fairy when I am on earth with humans. I have lost my power and have become like you, so you see I can get pregnant. But I will not be able to take care of my daughter as I will have to return. Will you accept our daughter and take care of her?” Abba was getting shocked! He thought for some time as Athena snuggled deeper into his arms and said. “I will have to tell Ariana about it first and see her reaction …..and wait how do you know it’s a daughter. Oh, let me guess fairies know everything.” Ariana smiled and kissed him lovingly before speaking. “Ariana will love her Eos, but she will bring you pain when she grows up. I have to remind you of that, and she will not be l

Morgan growled. “For your information, Ariana is my long-lost daughter. She is my biological daughter and the heir of the Morgan family, so treat her with respect! I'll turn a blind eye to whatever she went through in your family as your daughter-in-law, but this should be the last time any of you speaks about her in such a manner. Ignore my words and face my wrath." Old Master Hunt, Mr. Hunt, Mrs. Audrey, and Jayden watched Aria with shock in their eyes. It was as if they were seeing her for the first time.

She asked. “Ariana Jade,” she answered. Three days after, Daniella was allowed to go home and nursed her daughter in the comfort of her own home. As it was in the family tradition to baptize a newborn before the child reached one month old, she was busy making some arrangements for AJ’s first event.

He said proudly and he does appear super proud of himself. "How did you even get that done?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I pulled some strings." He answered before bringing out the test result of that multipurpose bag of his. I took the result from him and opened it, my eyes immediately went to where it confirmed that she was indeed my daughter before her name caught my eye. "Aria." I read out loud. "Aria Salvatore. She is five. She lives with her mother in NYC. She was born April 11, 2027, and her favorite color is pink..."

From what she remembered to Arrianne’s character was that she was an orphaned but later a strange man approach her and said that she was his granddaughter in her mother’s side and that they were looking for her for a long time. When he take her home, she met her cousin Anaya, a year older than her. Anaya was an elegant, sweet young lady. She and Arrianne become friends and later Arrianne found out that her cousin really like to become a model but her family and her grandfather oppose on it. Anaya said to her that maybe if she becomes a model, their grandfather will agree since he spoiled her too much. It will make her happy as if she already fulfilled her dreams. She believe in her and asked

She murmured but I slowly pushed her away from me. I know this is a bad idea but I'll tell her the truth that I am not her daughter that Ariana and I switch places. "Lady, I know this may sound strange but I am not your daughter Ariana. My name is Anika Perez, and I am one of the powerful females in my time." I told her but she won't believe me. "What? How? I know you're lying! You know I've been through hell just to find you! When I heard that the Arcadia Kingdom was been attacked, I went there to take you home but I saw dead bodies, and you've already gone!" Annie said.

"Doesn't she look just like you?" "No, I don't look anything like her." Ashley put her phone away. "Yes, she does. With makeup, she'll look just like you." "What's her name?" "Julie James. Daughter of Henry and Emma James. She's an orphan, adopted by her uncle Jeffrey and aunt Summer Greene. She was an only child of her parents." Creepy. I was convinced she was stalking me from my birth. "How do you know so much about m-her?"

Aria whispered. The midwife pulled her closer. Aria’s head rested against her shoulder like it had so many times before when she was a little girl. “You listen to me,” the midwife said quietly. Aria slowly lifted her head. The older woman looked into her glowing eyes. “You are not cursed.” Ice crept across her collarbone. “You are not a mistake.” The cold tightened around her lungs. “You are the daughter of two people who loved you enough to die protecting you.” Aria’s eyes filled with tears.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

Her grandfather's harsh decree shattered whatever was left of Amara’s pride as her tears finally fell. She is Amara Channel Aragon—the only daughter of Carly and Tim Aragon, sole heiress to their legacy and several family businesses, and the beloved granddaughter of billionaire Herman Aragon. And in the blink of an eye, everything was gone. All she had left was a meager savings account that probably wasn’t even enough to buy a single pair of shoes from her favorite designer store. She was screwed.