Christian Yelich Mom Novels & Stories

After sitting him on a couch, they made sure to properly interrogate him. As it turned out, Zyre had apparently made out with another woman—who went by the name of Yviene Morish and was Mila’s biological mother—before getting married to Chaney. Unfortunately, Zyre’s family was unwilling to let them be together. Due to that, after Mila’s birth, Yviene left just like that. Though the memory of her remained for the many years to come, Zyre never mentioned it to a soul. While he had thought of the possibility of Yviene appearing one day with Mila, he never thought that he would meet his daughter alone under such circumstances.

Stiliyan says in a low whisper, letting out a slight cough with blood stains on his handkerchief as he lay down, “Mum, dad, what is going on? You called, is everything okay? Dad, are you alright?” my two children, ‘Annabel and Christian’ say as they walk into the room with our grandkids, ‘Elena, Iglika and Naiden,’ Annabel is married with two children, “Elena who is 16years of age and Naiden who is 13 years of age,” Christian is happily married with a daughter ‘iglika, who is 15 years,’

Chelsea's smile slowly faded. "What do you mean?" "That shit game, 'Legend'..." Yamilet rolled her eyes at Chelsea. "Why would I tell you this? Chelsea, be sensible and leave by yourself. When my baby grows bigger, you will be kicked out! At that time, even if Gloria cannot bear to do that, can she turn a blind eye to the child of the Murillo family?" Chelsea felt her hands tremble and a chill ran up her back. Chelsea thought, "No wonder Russell would appear in Leayon Entertainment that day!

“Reece, please believe me. You are my child and Daddy’s child. I promise I’m not lying to you!” Elaine was so focused on comforting her daughter that she didn’t notice Yuherni and her husband coming back out of the school after dropping Fatty off. Seeing that Elaine was still there and hadn’t left, Yuherni muttered to herself and immediately took out her phone to call a reporter from the largest entertainment newspaper in Tong City.

I angrily exclaimed, "Unfortunately, her wishful thinking went wrong!" "I feel sorry for my mom! She was the only daughter of the Keller family in Gerby. I pity her misfortune! She fell for Byron Chandler. What's even more ridiculous is that she took care of Jocelyn Marrow and her daughter for him. It's simply... absurd!" Beatrice started shaking violently again, completely unable to control herself.

“In that case, what kind of position did you have, Miss Greene, to meddle in my personal matters?” Instantly, Chelsea’s face blanched. “I… I was just concerned for you…” “Concerned? “You were just worried that there were no internal conflicts in my household, isn’t that right?” Elijah let out a lazy yawn. His profound gaze penetrated through the black silk ribbon and fell on Sally’s figure in the corner. “When you were using my namesake to inform others to bar Javier Yates, it’s quite impossible that you didn’t know about the previous connection between Javier and my wife.

"Here's to a successful partnership, then!" The two continued discussing their strategy for quite some time. Eventually, Joseph received a call from Yelena. She was bringing him some guests from the Roth family of Venley. They were a father and daughter pair. The father, Wesley Roth, was 55. He had broad shoulders and a rugged build, but despite his imposing appearance, he was confined to a wheelchair because both of his legs were paralyzed. His daughter, Peyton Roth, was 30. She was petite and graceful, with a very delicate sort of beauty. When she spoke, however, it was with a heavy accent.

"No, Mom, I don't get the paper." There was silence for a moment. "Seriously, Melanie." Her tone of voice took me right back to childhood, dripping with the patient condescension of a long suffering parent. "It's that coach. Apparently not only is she a lesbian, but she's been molesting one of her players." I closed my eyes. "Oh, bull, she has not." My mother huffed. "I'm on my way over. We need to do damage control."

“Mommy says you’re working late again.” The driver’s head snapped up. His eyes went wide, terror eclipsing the pain. “No,” he whispered. “No, please. That’s my daughter. Don’t—” “She’s seven,” I said to the driver, my voice devoid of emotion. “She likes ballet. She goes to P.S. 118. Christian has a team outside your house right now.” “You monster,” the driver screamed, thrashing against his restraints. “I am whatever I need to be,” I replied coldly. “You took my wife. You opened the door for the animals who took her. You forfeited your right to a family the moment you destroyed mine.”

"Yahir, let's go, let's go check out this girl!" Ever since Yahir got back to Redenbaugh City, his mom had been on a mission to set him up on dates. She backed off for a bit thanks to Yeneth's help. However, when Yeneth stopped helping, she was at it again. Then, the second Yahir heard her voice, he would take off running. Yahir's mom did a couple of laps around the hospital room, did not spot Yahir, and grumbled, "That little rascal, always running off."