Janet Jackson's Daughter Novels & Stories

Detective Grayson said simply. “Oh my God,” Jessica said. She felt light-headed. Whoever the chaperone was gave her life to save her child. “Did she have children?” Deep down, Jessica didn’t want to know, but she had to. Detective Kidman shook her head. “No. She did have a son, but he died of leukemia at the age of ten. She had no other children. Her name was Pam Jackson. She had a husband who died in Iraq. Her only living relative is an older sister in Michigan.”

CHAPTER 37 While Jason just took off for his vacation with Alyssa, Janet stayed behind to handle some unfinished business with Dan. It took several days before she could talk herself into going into his office and actually having a conversation with the man, especially since he ruined their relationship with Wilson on Christmas. Dan placed his glasses down shocked to see his daughter walking in.

Alyssa said supporting, squeezing his hand slightly to comfort him. “Well, I believe that my chance is done with Damien. I guess we will never know.” Dan said almost disappointed. “I hope you will become better once your other grandkids are born.” Julissa blurted in means to be spiteful, but the look on Dan’s face told her she overstepped. No one told Dan yet that Janet was pregnant and they weren’t until she was ready, but now Julissa just spilled the beans and Dan looked pissed at Jason. “Other grandkids?” His eyebrows raised as he looked to his son for answers. “I assume she doesn’t mean you.” He folded his arms in disbelief he had been kept out of the loop about his daughter. “So no one

Ythan said. The waiter came to their table. While Yvette was busy choosing from the menu, Jackson was just smiling at Ythan. "Jackson Gray. I think I heard your name somewhere. Are you related to John Vandolf Gray?" Ythan said. Jackson nodded softly. "He's my father," he replied. Ythan glared at Yvette. "What?" Yvette said without a sound. "So, how did you meet my daughter? Did you really love her?" Ythan asked. "DAD!" Yvette scolded.

he said, getting the fuck out. As he left, a chick twirled in, heels clicking like she owned the damn place. Janet. She flopped into a chair, tossing her bag on the floor like it was trash. “Oh my fucking god, Father, I hate her fucking guts. I can’t do this shit,” she whined, voice dripping with poison. “What’s the deal, daughter? Someone fuck with you?” Ronald asked, pouring wine and sliding it to her, his tone chill but digging. “That bitch always gets the hottest guys. You dragged me to Los Angeles to get humiliated by her? She’s a fucking cunt, and I’m done with this mission,” Janet spat, chugging the wine in one go, holding out her hand for more, eyes blazing with hate.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

I asked again, losing my mind. "She is in the bathroom, washing my daughter's underwear!"she uttered. "Your mom....!" Without waiting to hear what she wants to say,I pushed the bathroom door and Immediately I saw my mom Washington Becca's pant and bra.