Baki Author Daughter Novels & Stories

Where did his niece get the confidence to touch the heartless Mr Ferguson’s ex-wife? Her husband's face darkened and asked, “Does my sister know about this matter?” His wife nodded her head and replied, “Yes. Honey, I don’t want to discuss this sensitive matter over the phone. Please come home early.” Her husband promised that he would come home early. Then they hung up. Mr Bale was absent-minded. He couldn’t believe his beloved sister would allow her daughter to destroy her niece. Their parents passed away when Mr Bale was thirteen years old and his sister was sixteen years old. His big sister was a gifted children’s book author. She started writing children’s books when she was twelve year

The child is yours. Tears filled my eyes, making the words blurry. My legs felt weak. An unnamed birth mother. A baby girl. My baby. The proof was right there in my hands. Victoria hadn't simply faked a pregnancy. She had paid for my newborn daughter. "I found you," I whispered through my tears, holding the notebook against my chest. "My baby..." Before I could wipe my face, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Heavy. Slow. My blood ran cold. I quickly tried to put the notebook back inside the hidden compartment, but it was too late.

She said excitedly. Tia Patricia eyes widened with surprise as she turned to me. “Andy? Is she your daughter?” She asked, and I nodded. “Yes, she is. Her name is Diane. Dee say hello to your abulieta,” I said, and turned to see my Tia trying to conceal her surprise and curiosity as she held out her hands to Diane. “Hello, Diane. It's so wonderful to meet you,” Tia said. Diane beamed happily as she went to her.

Mom's voice came from behind me, anger edged with panic. I said nothing. The night air felt even colder now. My cheek still burned. I pulled out my phone and called the bank. "Hi, I need to freeze my credit card immediately and remove the authorized user from my account." *** Late that night, I lay on a plastic bench in the bus terminal, listening to the announcements echo overhead. I opened my banking app and stared at the locked savings account. Twenty grand. Three more days until it unlocked. Back then, I'd saved it for Mom to "manage."

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

Angela said reassuringly. However, it was in vain. Helena remembered all the bad things Janet had done to her, even until the end of her life she never considered herself a daughter-in-law, this was the first time Janet said it proudly after Helena introduced herself to the public as the daughter of a billionaire. This world is indeed small and foreign. Will Helena continue to meet members of the Frazie family who Helena knows have so many connections from various circles, maybe even with the owner of the spa building? If not, what would Janet do there if there were no connections? Usually Janet would not come to a place she didn't know.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

My parents moved here from the demon realm before I was born but I’ve visited often. Once the girls woke up I made them breakfast. “Thanks Dad! My Dad makes the best breakfast, huh Riley??” Aaliyah said and I tried not to react to her calling me her Dad which she hadn’t done until now. I didn’t mind it at all but it did catch me off guard. “Hm-mm cousin, he makes it almost as good as my mom,” Riley replied. After breakfast, I went to the backyard with the girls where they played and danced to music Riley selected.

He stood around 6ft 4 with dark brown fluffy hair, similar to Kairo really just a lot darker, his eyes were darker too, the deepest brown, so dark they could almost be black if it wasn't for the caramel specks, he was a fairly muscly man but it wasn't muscle like the pack warriors. I guess Uncle Mac is doing drop off today, I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my sports bag from the foot of my bed and ran out to the car just in time. Ahh I can't wait for the day I can leave this house for good! Don't get me wrong I'm beyond grateful to Auntie Cece and Uncle Mac, they didn't have to take me in and raise me, they could have left me to the orphanage. No one would have blamed them, they have three boys

she questioned, her eyes gazing from the ground, and towards the dresser which was right across her. Cristopher could slowly feel the seriousness of her tension. “What is it?” he questioned, no need to beat around the bush. “Janice Buenaventura.” she mentioned, a brief silence was shared between the both of them. Cristopher cleared his throat. “The only daughter of Carol and James Buenaventura. Future successor of their chain of financial business companies ranging from commercial to rural banks, found all over the world. Did she offend you, in anyway?” Cristopher questioned, his tone dripping with utmost concern for the female.