How Old Is Ariana Grande Daughter Novels & Stories

We walk out to the main living area. The noise hits us. Laughter. Shouting. The beep of toys. Aria is there, looking exhausted but happy. She’s thirty-six now, a senator for the Global Hybrid Coalition. Her eyes still glow violet when she’s stressed. Kai is showing his son how to disassemble a drone. Emma is reading a physical book to her daughter. It’s chaos. It’s family. I sit on the sofa. A teenage girl sits next to me. Maya. Aria’s oldest. Sixteen.

It was chaotic and hilarious. Watching her daughter play, Aria felt grateful. Despite everything, they'd managed to give Luna something resembling childhood. She had friends, school, birthday parties. Yes, she also maintained a bridge between realms and had survived a holy war. But she was still a kid in the ways that mattered. "You did well," Dante said, wrapping an arm around Aria's waist as they observed the party. "Our daughter is happy. That's all that matters." "For now," Aria agreed. "But she's growing so fast. She'll be a teenager before we know it. A teenager with cosmic powers and universe-level responsibilities. That's terrifying."

"She's cute." "Thank you." The lady smiled at Cora. "I'm Jade, and that's my daughter, Aria." They shook hands, which I thought was silly; I didn't know why grownups did that—seemed like a fast way to pass germs. "I'm Cora, and this is Legend. He's five. How old is your little girl?" "Oh, she's two and a half." Aria walked in a big eight on the sand going back to her mom and then gave her the phone before running over to me. I thought she was going to tackle me like a football player. Instead, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the wet sand.

Aria Jacobs POV Hey, I'm Aria Jacobs daughter of Zelina and Niklaus Jacobs... I am eighteen years old... I have an older brother named Aaron Jacobs, my brother spoils me too death he took over dad’s business a few years ago and he always makes sure he has time for me... He is a year older than I am...

She wore a long cardigan dusted with paint, holding a canvas to show him. “It’s the last one,” she said. “For the exhibit.” Sky smiled. “It’s perfect. Just like you.” Star burst out of the sliding doors next, now studying international law with a minor in drama. Still dramatic, still loud, still the heartbeat of every room he entered. “We’re late!” he said. “The gala starts in an hour and Ariana’s been yelling at everyone for twenty minutes.” Ariana — No Longer a Baby. Ariana, now 11, strode into the foyer with flawless braids and a clipboard in her hand.

~ LAURA’S POV I lifted my hand toward Ariana's mouth, ready to feed her a bite of her sandwich, when she suddenly asked, "Mommy, what’s that on your hand?" Her innocent voice danced in my ears, a sweet melody that always brought a smile to my face. Ariana is my daughter, the only hope of my existence, and the sole sign of my love with Theo. She has this remarkable innocence and beauty that mirrors her Theo’s charm, and in that moment, she looks like a little angel.

She is almost 10 years old now and as feisty as her mother. “Anna! You made it!” Arianna’s thoughts on the fairy realm is forgotten instantly when she sees her best friend Jo coming up to her. “You look so beautiful!” Arianna compliments Jo in her pale blue wedding dress. They embrace each other just as tightly as when they were still teenagers. “I missed you. Hi Caspian! Is that my lovely niece Carianna?” Jo moves to take the green basket from Caspian. “Careful there… she sleeps so peacefully.”

Trevino proudly pointed to her daughter who was beside her, "My daughter, Makenzie, just reached the age of 22, she has been developing in the music industry." Makenzie faced Belen and greeted her politely, "Hello, Sister."

Then, in a confused tone, a girl asked, “Why is it here?” Wearing a pink silk gown, Aria clutched the lily bouquet and stared it in awe at those women who had collapsed in front of her. Aria was dressed up and put on heavy makeup. As a result, no one suspected that she was under the age of 18. They all knew she was Alice’s adopted daughter, but they had no idea how old she was. Under everyone’s gaze, Aria chewed her gum and handed the bucket to the woman next to her, “I am not even 18 yet, so I don’t need this!”

So I cleared my mind and accepted the fact that Ariana was gone for good and no matter who I saw with some similarities, it was merely a coincidence and had nothing to do with her. Until today. I knew for a fact that she couldn't be Ariana because she looked no more than twenty three and Ariana would be in her forties now, if she were alive. A daughter? I shook my heard and cautioned myself to not go too far with my thoughts. There were countless people who looked like Ariana and I couldn't just assume this was her daughter. It had been over twenty years and it was enough time for her to have met someone else and started a family. So, there might be a possibility that she was Ariana's child