Ariana Grande Daughter Novels & Stories

Forth Guerrero has said. "Congratulations Mr and Mrs dela Vega, from this day onwards, Ariana Kate Soriano-dela Vega is now officially your legal daughter." Brian wanted to curse as those words echoed in his head like a tape loop. Ariana is now a legitimate member of their family. Someone who will likewise bear their surname dela Vega and be referred to as his sister.

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He heard a nurse announce. He shut his eyes in relief. Ariana's prayers had been answered. *** "At least this one looks a lot like me. I don't have to worry about you boys anymore." Ariana gloated to her twins and their father, whilst handing the child over to her Aunt, who had traveled all the way to visit. "She reminds me of your mother. She's so beautiful." Aunt Karla cooed, rocking the little angelic baby girl. "Thank you." "Ava Maya Kingston, that's her name." Ariana announced.

Ariana Parker stated as she had the hand of her brother as they walked towards the car, where their parents had been waiting for their arrival "Are you kids doing ok?" Alicia asked Ariana who entered the car after she had fasten Allan up, before she had fasten the seatbelt in herself "Mom! Where are we going in this year's anniversary? Will Charlene come also?" Ariana asked Alicia, uttering the name of the daughter of Cassandra Diaz-Hawkins "Unfortunately darling, Charlene and her family won't be joining us this year since they've their own vacation to go, so it's just us...family" Adrian told his kids

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.

she declared and gently tapped her friend as if she's a distance away. "The truth is that I am not Ned Jason's biological daughter. I don't know who my father is. But I promise myself that I will find him. Who he is and where he lives. Dead or still alive. I will know who my real father is" Arianna stuttered. Genesis looked towards where Senator Adrian stood, talking to some dignitaries and smiling broadly. She had been restless since the moment she saw the semblance between Arianna and the Senator. She doesn't know her father, Ned Jason is not her real dad despite being surnamed Jason. Can there be any connection between Arianna and the Senator? Can they really be father and daughter?

“But, that means Harriet is really dating the first grandson. Right?” “Yeah. So you need to stop dreaming anymore,” Mandy added fuel to Mario’s aching and burning heart. “Hmp,” Mario sobbed with a pout. “However, Harriet is the daughter of Astell Wyatt. I heard Astell has only one daughter. So who is that woman?” Jaymee asked. “We don’t know yet. And the fact that Director Zion is holding that woman, it is weird,” Haidee added.

he said, leaving the place. I will have the girl for myself and will grow more powerful. I let out an evil laugh. (Time Skip to 8 years) Karen's POV: After that day, 8 years ago, my life changed for the best. I moved out of that city and moved on with life as well. I met Jack, found true love, and built a very sweet family. I have another daughter now, Olivia Stark. And I named my elder daughter Ava Stark. When I met Jack and told him about my situation, he stood with me and gave his full support to me and this family. But unfortunately, four years ago, I had to lose him in an accident.

“I simply don’t know you.” “I understand,” she said indulgently. “Now, back to my confession. I have a friend named Ariana Connolly. We’ve been friends since high school and all through college. She was my maid-of-honor when I married your father. She was with me all through those years when I suffered emotional abuse from your father and when I seemingly spiraled out of control and started getting involved with different men. You see, Ariana has a daughter. This brilliant girl finished top of her class in Princeton and her dream was to work in the Fraser empire with you.” “Me?”

A headline scrolling across the bottom in confident letters. HARTWELL ESTATE CONFIRMS DIVORCE. PRIVATE EVENT EXPECTED TO ANNOUNCE DAUGHTER’S UPCOMING MARRIAGE. My heart stuttered. A photograph of Ariana’s parents appeared first, a clip from some charity gala. Then Ariana herself, smiling, radiant in a champagne gown. The image lingered, held by the camera with the kind of affection usually reserved for rising stars or beloved figures. I felt the glass shake in my hand. The host continued, “…their daughter is said to be tying the knot with a highly regarded young man from a prestigious family of doctors, though the name has yet to be officially—”