Jennifer Aniston Daughter Novels & Stories

Gage laced his arm around my waist and smiles at me. I accepted Anastasia's hand, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." She smiles nervously. "Same. I'm happy that Gage's got a new woman." We pull our hands away from each other and I eased myself closer to Gage. "And this is Lilac. She's my first daughter. Lilac, I want you to meet Gage Stockholm and his special friend Tate." Anastasia coos to her. Lilac gives a small wave of her hand.

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”

Jamie gushed, clapping her hands together as she spoke to Anita who smiled at my Diamond. “Can that be made to fit me? My dad will definitely get it for me as soon as I tell him about it. Let me call him and tell him about it.” She picked out her phone from her pink Chanel purse, and Mariana and I smiled watching her. “That's your daughter!” Oh yes she is. “Iris Fletcher! It is such an honor to be grazed with your presence! You look magnificent and your daughter is so precious. You didn't tell me you were also a fashionista, because all three of you look splendid.” Anita complimented and I thought she also looked great.

Miles shouted, spitting blood and outrage. “Bastard! Meet me in court!” Jensen shot back, ripping herself free from the officers like they were nothing more than obstacles. I’d forgotten one crucial detail. Jensen Aniston was a gym rat. The kind who practically lived there. She was also the only daughter of a multibillionaire and the child of my mother’s best friend, Nora Aniston. We’d been raised together, stitched into each other’s lives before we could walk. Our parents liked to say that we were soulmates because they were.

I said. “Yay!” She celebrated and then picked up her cell phone, calling her father. I stroked her arm, it was good to see her getting along so well with Jason, but I knew I had to start paying more attention to what Jason taught her because I didn't want my daughter to grow up and have a bad character. “Hello, daddy! It’s me, Annie,” she said excitedly. And then the girl surprised me when she got out of bed and went to the balcony of her room while still talking to her father. I frowned, surprised by that act. Did father and daughter have secrets? Why did they need privacy?

"It doesn't matter what you did to my sister. And I don't know what you did to her daughter, Sienna. But I need you to stay the hell away from my daughter." My eyes squint at her. My head is spinning so fast I’m surprised I’m still standing. "Her daughter?" She doesn't say a word. She just stares at me with those red, burning eyes, daring me to keep playing dumb. “What a fucking minute!” Jennifer had a twin. Kandice is the twin. Diana is Kandice’s daughter. And Sienna... Sienna is Jennifer’s kid. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I gasp for air like someone just kicked me in the ribs.

She is their daughter Anastasia Scott and is also a friend of Christian and Jonas. Jonas was quite surprised because Anastasia, a girl he had had a crush on for a long time, came to the Gibson family's house wearing formal clothes. It seemed there was something he had yet to be told. Christian was also surprised. He didn't know that Anastasia would come with her parents. He saw his mother smiling happily. Christian also felt that there was a secret plan being carried out by his mother. Jonas approaches Christian without saying a word. He kept quiet, smiling and welcoming the guests of the Gibson family.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Walking into the main courtyard of the kindergarten, I sat down on a wooden bench, facing a classroom. My hands tightened around my bag, feeling tense, and sweat quickly soaked my palms as the adorable children from the class began to come outside. It has been five years since I last witnessed my daughter’s growth in person. But I have never stopped missing her. After returning to the Wilson family, the first thing I requested was to find out how she was living now. One day, I saw my daughter, Hailey Kingston, along with her father, Nolan Kingston, in a Forbes magazine interview.

"Yeah. She was the one who told me about Nicole. She has even been living here with her daughter Bethany Roamer for over a year." "You're lying, Mike. Little Bethany from daycare is crazy Stefani's daughter? It's a small world after all," Jon said then pause and looked at me. "Why do I have the feeling that you are about to drop a bomb on me?" "Because I am. Stefani told me that Bethany is my daughter." "What the fuck!" Jon said in shock and horror. "I know, I know. That was my expression too." "Michael, what are you going to do about this, I mean how are you going to tell Dionnah about this?" he raved. “And I knew you slept with Nicole but crazy Stefani too?"

Junseo asked her in a serious tone. “You are right. I'm the daughter of Late Alpha Riley Wang's daughter. I'm not Ezra Allister’s daughter. But My Mom is his wife. He's my stepfather. Rest is the history I will tell you in our free time. We shouldn't be discussing this matter here. No one here knows that I'm not Ezra Allister's daughter.” Jennifer pulled him with her to go back into the Gala. “You are so mysterious.” Junseo commented. And Jennifer smiled. “Is everything alright?” As soon as Junseo and Jennifer went inside Savannah confronted them looking at them suspiciously.