Jada Edwards Adoption Novels & Stories

Three years ago, my father didn't agree to me marrying Damien—a single dad raising a child on his own. He warned me that being a stepmother was a thankless job. But back then, I wouldn't listen; I thought true love could conquer all. When we got married, Damien told me his ex-wife, Sarah, died saving him, and he carried a lot of guilt toward her. Lily was an orphan. Sarah had once passed by an orphanage, saw Lily being bullied terribly, and adopted her. Sarah couldn't have children of her own, so Lily was the only person in the world she was tethered to.

Jada isn’t even going to believe this shit. Jada!!! Oh damn it! Did she have the baby?? God I’m a shit sister! I gave up looking for my panties but thankfully my keys were still in my dress pocket. I found my flip flops and blew out of the room. The entire floor was so quiet it was creepy. I hauled ass downstairs and threw myself into the van, just catching a whiff of Jude’s cologne on my dress. I’m never washing this, never. Sighing, I tapped my phone screen to life. Thirty missed calls between Jada and Jakob, then photos of them with a little baby girl. Janelle Olivia Rossi, she was beautiful and so tiny. Awww.

"Damn." "She thought father was going to stick with her through thick and thin. Especially since he was the reason for her problem but to her surprise, father confessed to her that he had MISTAKENLY got someone pregnant while drunk. Mother was devasted but bore through with it. When she knew that it wasn't unintentional like father claimed, she went to an orphanage home years later and adopted me. Not quite long after, she died of hypertension. Mara was born 3 months after her death." Jade covered her mouth with her palm. This was some juicy info!

I spun around and caught the exact moment my husband Derek locked eyes with her. My stomach lurched. I pressed my hand to my chest. "No," I said, shaking my head. "That's impossible. Ethan misspoke. Derek told me our son was gone, so we adopted." Rachel let out a cold laugh and handed me two documents. One was a photo of Derek at the grocery store, holding the son who had supposedly disappeared. The other was a paternity test confirming Derek and Ethan as a match. The blood drained from my face. Derek stood there with a smirk, silently mouthing: You stupid little fool.

she explained, as I moved closer to her, trying to offer some comfort. “Jade, you don't have to be a legitimate child to be accepted or loved by a family, and the Vermonts clearly care about you,” I told her, but she shook her head so violently that her hair fell over her face. “That’s not the case at all, Alicia! It’s much worse than just being adopted,” she shouted, and then paused as she pulled the file from her bag, handing it to me with trembling fingers. I took the documents and started looking through them by the dim light of the emergency exit sign. As I read the names and the dates, I felt my jaw drop in total shock. Jade watched me and started talking fast, like she was afraid she

I almost had to thank Daniella, if she wasn't dead. Ada POV After being approved to adopt from the residential care facility, we took Eddy with us. He instantly chose a six month old baby girl. She was tiny for her age after not having a good start to life. When Eddy heard that, he went straight into protective big brother mode and the deal was done, Antonella was ours. She had a lot of health issues over the years, but she was a fighter with her big brother beside her and her two parents that got her to see every specialist known to man.

When Jada laughs at her mom's choice of words, "OK, Mom, cleaner and fresher, I get it." Still observing her daughter closely, Martha says, overwhelmed to have her daughter home, "Sweetie, what's wrong?" Out of all her kids, Jada was the only one who did not live at home with them. Jada had two siblings, a brother, Jadon Wilson, nineteen, who had recently started college, and a sister, Janiah Wilson, fifteen, who was still in high school. They all had their mother's blonde hair and their father's blue eyes. "Want anything to drink?" Martha asked as she busied herself with glasses and got the fresh lemonade drink in the freezer perfectly chilled. As she patiently waits for Jada to confide in

"I know her. She won't come to your office unless she has an important matter to discuss." Jade is the daughter of my late friend, Aaron Foster. They were ambushed one night which caused his death. His wife and son were in the car with him. They all died that night. However, Jade was in a summer camp. She was the only one who survived. Aaron and his wife didn't have any remaining families to look after her. I had no choice but to step in as her guardian. But I quickly realized I had no idea how to raise kids even though she was already twelve at that time.

“Baby are you ready?” Jada's mom called from outside the room. “Yes ma, I’ll be out in a bit,” she replied then she started putting away her makeup and squeezing the makeup kit inside the suitcase. She went out of the room and headed downstairs, putting her luggage along with her parents’ luggage. They’re all flying back to Zaragoza to attend Honey and Kobe’s wedding. It's still two months before the big day but they are coming early to help Honey with the preparations. The couple also wanted Jada’s parents to be their Principal Sponsors and the two happily agreed.

My biological parents were the ones who had sobbed and begged me to meet with them after finding out who my adoptive parents were. But according to Davide, I was a dirt-poor woman begging to come home to them. After all, humans were selfish and opportunistic. They would fawn over those who were powerful and stomped on those they deemed inferior. “Fine, Davide! Go home to your parents and tell them that I won’t be returning. I neither want to be in your family nor do I plan to meet them!” I yanked my wrist free from Isabella’s grip and walked out of the store.