Janet Jackson's Daughter Novels & Stories

" His smile was charming. "Thank you," I said, keeping my voice neutral and straightforward. "How are you?" "Better now that I'm here." His eyes lingered on me for a moment before he looks down at Sara. "And how's this little princess doing? Ready to cheer for her brother?" Sara giggled and nodded enthusiastically. "How's your daughter?" I asked, remembering the little brunette with gleaming doe-eyes. "Is she here somewhere?" "She’s around here somewhere, probably with her friends." Jason waved vaguely toward a cluster of kids near the bleachers. "She's at that age where being seen with her dad isn't cool anymore."

“You’ve been involved in every single phase of the project and know the mechanics inside out. I want you to represent our team on stage for the main presentation.” “Alright,” I replied, forcing a crisp nod. “Victoria, you have no idea how excited I am to go back,” Julian shared as we packed our gear. “I wonder if my daughter has missed me.” “You have a daughter?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “Yeah! She’s seven now, just about to start the first grade. Look, she’s absolutely adorable.” Julian pulled out his phone to show me his daughter’s photos—from when she was a few months old, to one, to two. Every single image carefully recorded her growth.

My chest is tightening as I clearly saw our face being televised right now. “The more shocking truth is that these pictures have been taken inside the president’s daughter's house. And the real question is that, does the president’s daughter know that her bodyguard, boyfriend rather, plead guilty to the murder of the late senator but pulled out of the case because of the influence of his family?” “This is ABC News, reporting.” Guilty of fucking what?!

And Lucy James her daughter was named heir and princess. The young kids took pictures, had lots of fun to celebrate that day.

Just thinking of the name Leonidas was enough to ruin his day and now here was the daughter, standing in his office. Dark emotion rippled through him, unwelcome and unwanted. He reminded himself that the daughter wasn’t responsible for the sins of the father. ‘Why are you dressed as a nun?’ ‘I had to sneak past my father’s security.’‘I can’t imagine that was easy. Of course if your father didn’t make so many enemies he wouldn’t need an entire army to protect him.’ Blocking the feelings that rose inside him, he stood up and strolled round his desk. ‘What are you doing here?’

He just chuckled. He drove us to set and as soon as we got out of the car, he was on my back the whole time. I gave dad a hug. And the director. I've known him since I was a toddler. I still got my chair with my name. "You're back." I turned to see Juliet. She was my dad's on screen daughter. I hated this bitch. "Aw, are we still bitter that Jason picked me over you? By the way, he rocked my world. Amazing I tell you." I said in a daze. She just glared at me and left.

I guess he has so many girls at his beck and call that he thinks everything revolves around his looks. "So, my name is Kieran Jackson, and my dad is the former senator and businessman, Caleb Jackson". "Wait, you are Caleb Jackson's son, as in one of the richest businessmen in America!" "Jeez, if I knew telling you about my father would bring that reaction, I wouldn't have". "Come on, you are not pulling my legs." "Of course not."

She leaned in close, so close I could see the rage in her eyes, feel her breath on my face. "You are a child of nobody," she hissed. "My daughter is a freaking Jones! Do you understand? You are nothing but a stolen orphan. Janet is my actual daughter. My blood. And you will never, ever be good enough to compete with her." "Yes, I am, Mom," Janet said from behind her, pride and satisfaction dripping from her voice. "I'm a Jones. And she's nothing." I struggled for breath, my vision starting to blur at the edges. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I never, in my worst nightmares, thought this day would come.