How Old Is Cole Swindell Daughter Novels & Stories

Ariana, now 11, strode into the foyer with flawless braids and a clipboard in her hand. She was running the Coles Foundation youth event like a full-grown CEO. Fierce, sharp, and never late. “Sky, did you print your speech? Moon, stop painting and get dressed. Star, why are you always yelling!?” Chase grinned from the stairs. “She’s her mother’s child.” Ariel just smirked. “She’s all of ours.” *** That evening, the entire Coles family gathered under twinkling lights in the garden — an anniversary party to celebrate Ariel and Chase’s remarriage, now 5 years strong and deeper than ever.

I try to sound casual but fail miserably as sitting on the bench causes my leg to flair. “Doing better than you, it seems. Alpha let you out of the pack house? Who’s the kid?” “That’s Madilyn Black.” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Black? Alpha’s kid?” “Yeah. One of his four year old daughters.” “How the hell did you end up with one of his daughters after Dallas told everyone in the dining hall that you’re a ped? You’re fucking yourself already, Cole. You’re never going to get out from under your dad if you keep ending up in the hospital of every pack you go to.”

ADAM: "What do you think I should get her for her birthday this Saturday dude? she is going to be nineteen and I think she kind of has everything in this world because of how rich her family is, what can I get her that she would appreciate?" Cole went on and on while I followed after him

"Thirty hours left to decide about Cole's money." He stands, stretches, moves to the kitchen. He pours coffee into a mug, drinks it black, makes a face at the bitterness. The billionaire is gone. The man remains. "Harrison Cole," he says, turning to face us. "We need to research him properly before deciding anything." "Already did." Jenna pushes a folder of papers toward him. "Cole Ventures. Established twelve years ago. Real company. Successful track record. Daughter named Clara, twenty-five, works in their marketing division. The idealism Harrison mentioned is genuine."

“Who is it?” Cole paused and bit his lip, Aramide could see the sadness in his eyes. he was in pain. He grabbed a fist full of the clothing that was laid on his legs and squeezed it before he spoke painfully in a sad voice. “Mercedes...” I found out a month ago that he was Mercedes' son. “That doesn't make any sense, Mercedes is too young to have carried a child at that time, how old was she? 16? That's impossible!"

Cole shouts, but they don’t listen. Cole rolls his eyes and looks at dad, “I swear uncontrollable. I need to get Aspen in here. I swear she’s the only person they listen to.” Cole jokes and dad laughs. “They’ll grow out of it.” He shrugs and Cole looks at him like he’s stupid. “They’re fourteen. I think if they planned on listening to us, it would have started by now. Not all of us can have perfect twins.” Cole tells him and dad shakes his head.

However, it doesn’t make this empty feeling go away. Like what I expected, Cole understood. “I’m sorry,” he rounded the booth and sat beside me. Our intertwined hands now rest above his lap. “My Mom died when I was four and it’s just me and my Dad.” I looked up at him. Glassy blue irises reinforce his statement. “It’s sad that they had to leave me before I could even graduate high school.” “You’re still in high school?” Cole’s almost bulged out from their socket. “How old are you?”

No sooner than he'd put his lunch tote in the back seat than Scarlett pulled into the lot and jumped out. "What do you mean you haven't looked at it yet?" were the first words out of her mouth. Cole shrugged and shoved a hand through his hair. "I haven't seen Cal since...he was born when I was eight. CPS took him and the girls when I was fifteen or sixteen." Cole shrugged. "I was old enough to take care of them and I didn't." "You were a kid, Cole. He probably has the same baggage you do." Scarlett wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. "Or do you not want to know anymore?"

I was the one who found Sebastian and invited him. Cole avoids me for the next hour. I am starting to feel a little buzzed. A girl about my age walks up to me. “You are the witch who helped Elise find her mate right? You are Cole’s mate,” She says. I smile at her “Yes,” I tell her. “I am Heather Alpha Leo’s daughter. I am supposed to marry Alpha Cole. I really don’t want to,” tears welling in her eyes. “My dad says if I find my mate by the time, I am 21 I don’t have to marry Cole. He knows that it is statistically impossible though.”

The sparks, I was able to feel the sparks, it is impossible that it isn’t her. Yet, I am not sure again. I mean, I buried her with my hands. I ran my head through my hair while trying my best to understand what was happening. Then out of the blue, Cole asked a question, a question that was answered by the pack’s alpha - Tristan’s father. Unlike his son, he seemed not to like what was occurring. Yet, kept himself collected as much as possible. “ How old is she?” “ She is twenty-two, your Highness!”