Ariana Grande Daughter Novels & Stories

“It’s beautiful. Where is Dominic, anyway?” I pointed toward the hallway. “In his study, working on something important, as always. Ariel’s out too.” Lilac tilted her head. “Oh, yeah. You mentioned he has a daughter. So is she in elementary school? Or maybe middle school now?” I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “Lilac, Ariel is seventeen.” Ariana’s jaw dropped. “Seventeen? Like, almost an adult?” I nodded and led them toward the kitchen. “Yep. And if you’re wondering how she reacted to me dating her father, well, let’s just say she wasn’t thrilled at first. But she’s warming up to the idea.”

Jamie gushed, clapping her hands together as she spoke to Anita who smiled at my Diamond. “Can that be made to fit me? My dad will definitely get it for me as soon as I tell him about it. Let me call him and tell him about it.” She picked out her phone from her pink Chanel purse, and Mariana and I smiled watching her. “That's your daughter!” Oh yes she is. “Iris Fletcher! It is such an honor to be grazed with your presence! You look magnificent and your daughter is so precious. You didn't tell me you were also a fashionista, because all three of you look splendid.” Anita complimented and I thought she also looked great.

Jace Hudson left her for a while and when he talked he said "That should be enough, Arianna. I let you sob because you couldn't do it properly last night. But it's alright now. This is the reality, Arianna. You are Senator Adrian's daughter. You have to accept that reality and live with it. There isn't anything you can do about it,my love" Arianna raised herself to a sitting position. "There is something I can do. I won't let him have the privilege of calling me his daughter. After what he did to my mom, gw can never be my father!" She snapped and cleaned her tears. "What will you do, Arianna?" Jace asked. His stubborn girl is at it again. She's exhibiting the same trait she did something ag

“No buts, Ariel! Come on, now.” Ariel sighed, heading upstairs to her and her husband’s room. She gently lays on the bed, and logs into the Internet to catch up on the news. To her surprise, a face she had not seen in so long appears on the screen with the title: MONICA FERNANDO, THE DAUGHTER OF THE LATE BUSINESS MAN VICTOR FERNANDO RELEASED ON GOOD BEHAVIOUR! As if she could not understand what it meant, Ariel sat up right and read the title again.

She was fiercely protective of them and would let them get up to whatever they wanted. There was also Artemis, my friend Alpha Damon’s daughter, who was two and a half years old, and their one-year-old son Asher. Rayhan’s son Ahren, who was almost two, and his one-year-old daughter Sienna. Finally Raihana’s son Tatum, who had turned two a few weeks ago. Raihana was Alejandro’s niece. Plenty of kids, but I loved it. "Baby, no!" Raihana scolded Tatum as he almost put his hand into the cake. "I swear these kids."

I told and she nodded walking off, the skittles I bought for Tyler in the pocket of her jeans. I turned moving to the bags of food deciding to get started on unpacking. "So I'm guessing Aria is your girlfriend's daughter?" My grandmother asked her gaze Aria who was sitting on the floor of the living room sharing her ice cream with Spain's son Tyler. "What?" I asked smiling since I never told her I was dating anybody. "Your sister told me you-" "Yes she is, and her mother's name is Brittany," I confessed happily the thought of Britt alone was enough to have me behaving like a lovesick teenager.

FIVE YEARS LATER ARIANA'S POV "Mommy, can we go to the park and have some ice cream this afternoon?" my daughter asked as I gently fixed her hair and straightened the little red ribbon on the collar of her school uniform. It was a beautiful sunny morning, and today was her first day of kindergarten. Her bright smile made the morning feel even warmer. My daughter, Elena, had soft auburn hair just like mine, and her deep blue eyes were a constant reminder of the man who had once been the love of my life.

*Ariana* "No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.