Bailey Bass Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Her name was Jeanie Bailey. Soon, information on Jeanie’s family was also posted on the internet. The Bailey family was a rich and powerful family that had roots in Imperial City. The woman who had gotten replaced had spent years collecting enough evidence to build a case against her. Knowing that her beautiful hands could no longer play the piano or exert any strength made her seem extra pitiful. Public opinion would always skew in favor of the underdog.

Her tall, curvy shape was complemented by a beautiful olive complexion, which added to her allure. "But?" Bazyli asked, knowing there was more to what she had to say as he served the next customer. Bazyli stood at 6'5. His skin was a mixture of light and black, giving it a smooth brown look. His physique was toned and trim, rather than heavily built. His muscles, though not bulging, were well-defined and hinted at a dedicated fitness routine. He had the most beautiful set of black eyes and a perfect set of teeth. He smelled of mint, wood, and coconuts. At 30, he was most woman's ideal man.

Cole's question. "Excuse me, what nationality am I?" Ms. Cole smiled with eyes slightly squinted tighter at the corners. "Mmm...yes." "Let's see, I'm African and Indian," Kita said, smiling. Ms. Cole said at this point, holding an even more uncomfortable smile. "I don't mean to pry, but is your family originally from Asia?" "No, ma'am, how can I explain this? My father's heritage is Indian, Native to the Caribbean, and the Caribbean is in the Atlantic Ocean. The island where I'm from is the Baha Mar. Like my father, my mother is African, but her ancestors are part Asian."

Aaliyah and Hailey sat next to their parents, while Arthur and Kinsley sat right opposite Aaliyah. The jealousy in Aaliyah's eyes could not be hidden. Her attention was focused on Kinsley. Under the crystal lights, Kinsley had an enchanting charm that she did not have. Although Aaliyah's ancestors were Asian in origin and she looked like an Asian girl, she with mixed—race wasn't as beautiful as an Asian girl like Kinsley.

Only Gavin's long acquaintance with him let him know his friend was anything but. John, Nathan's second-in-command and pack doctor, launched into a summary. "We've been digging into Bailey's roots. We first traced her father's line since it was easy, given we had his last name and date of birth. Nothing jumped out at us. He's a born and bred American, from a long line of humans. Where it got tricky was when it came to tracing the mother."

She stormed through Lyla’s house like a wave crashing against the shore, shoving it open so hard it slammed against the wall. Lyla, came out barefoot and in an oversized sweater, gasped in surprise from the living room. "Bailey?" she called out cautiously. "You knew," Bailey snapped. “You knew all along.” Lyla stood up slowly. "What do you mean?" “All my life ,you've told me I am your sister,” Bailey said, pulling a piece of the document from her pocket and dropping it on the coffee table. “Yet this says otherwise. This says I was bought. I was labeled. I was tested on.”

Just by the way he was dressed and acting, I knew he had a woman's heart. He came to me with a smile and looked all over me. He nodded as if I passed on something. My brows furrowed. "What's your name, dear?” "Why do you wanna know?” I crossed my arms and faced him. He just smirked at my answer. "Ohh I like that attitude!" He exclaimed while artfully waving his hand. “I'm Bailey, a talent manager of Starlight. I happen to see your gorgeous walk and how you project yourself. I want you to become one of my models, he smiled. "And I can guarantee you, with that pretty face, perfect stats, and attitude, you will be successful."

"Indeed. I called you here because I wanted to talk about Bailey." She stared at me for a little while, her smile never leaving her face until she spoke up again. "Brady Walters, son of the renowned Dr Walters, a successful cosmetic surgeon in the country as well as other qualifications. Your mother's name is Tina Walters, a wealthy heiress that is actually the backbone of your family's wealth. You are engaged to a lady named Lena, a potential heiress herself. Finally, there is Bailey. She was forcefully inducted into your home against your mother's and fiancée's wishes and you have been her protector in the days that your father is absent from the family. Quite a life you live, Brady "

I didn’t want to make things worse—losing control wouldn’t change anything. "She has a rare blood type. Her mother donated when they first arrived, but her blood isn’t a match." I clenched my jaw. "Take mine. I’m her father." The doctor nodded. "Please follow the nurse—she will assist you." "Alright, wait here," I told Rebecca before walking toward her. "Is something wrong?" she asked anxiously. "No," I shook my head. "They’re preparing for Bailee’s surgery, and I need to sign some consent forms since she’s a minor."

“Why? Why would you do that? Isn’t that a death sentence for all of us?” “I don’t think so,” I said. “I trust them. Shaun is a great leader and I trust myself . . . And you.” A knock at the door stopped our conversation and I nodded at Peter. He went to open the door and there stood Bailey. She had her fighting suit on, which was a fitted silver material. Her hair was long and platinum blonde. Her eyes, however, were as dark as the night sky. She nodded at Peter and followed him inside.