Jennifer Aniston Daughter Novels & Stories

A tense silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of Jada's heartbeat thundering in her ears, and her piercing gaze remained fixed on Madam Aniston, her eyes burning with impatience. Finally, breaking the silence, Madam Aniston stood up, her expression rigid. With a deliberate grace, Madam Aniston straightened her tailored suit, her regal posture commanding all around the table attention. "Ladies and gentlemen," Madam Aniston's voice reverberated through the room, "Allow me to introduce Josh Lykaios’ daughter, Melissa Lykaios." As Madam Aniston uttered Melissa's name, the young woman rose from her seat, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit, her nourishing hair cascading down her shoulde

Shawn said pretending their son wasn’t born already. “But what if Aldridge has a daughter?” Joshua asked curiously. Shawn chuckled, “We’ll name her Jane Annabelle Seghatchian after our mothers.”

She was fiercely protective of them and would let them get up to whatever they wanted. There was also Artemis, my friend Alpha Damon’s daughter, who was two and a half years old, and their one-year-old son Asher. Rayhan’s son Ahren, who was almost two, and his one-year-old daughter Sienna. Finally Raihana’s son Tatum, who had turned two a few weeks ago. Raihana was Alejandro’s niece. Plenty of kids, but I loved it. "Baby, no!" Raihana scolded Tatum as he almost put his hand into the cake. "I swear these kids."

said Jocy helping Anna carry her family's luggage. On the way to Jocelyn and Max's house, Max's car passes a billboard featuring JC as the star of the advertisement. Annastacia noticed that and Jocelyn knew it. "JC is a dream father figure in California, Anna. He adorns many billboards in this city. I hope it won't bother you," said Jocelyn, who sat next to Annastacia. "Her daughter is very beautiful, similar to Jason," said Annastacia sincerely while taking a deep breath. She has buried all the memories of her love story with JC for the past 7 years.

She flashed a smile and turned to him. “My darling son” she brimmed, walking to him with her arms spread. Jace’s hands were positioned in his pocket, his jaw clenched. He took a short breathe before he spoke. “The news about Katrina Fisher, you need to stop it” he said, firmly. Jennifer’s smile disappeared. “Why do you care?” she asked, curious. “She’s the daughter of the woman who ruined our life” she added, her tone laced with spite. “I think we both know that’s not true.” Jace cut her off. “You just want the mansion, leave her alone. She’s not involved in this” he defended.

Something was going on and I needed to find that out. As soon as I arrived at my office, the first thing I did was fly to the drawer where I kept the file that Jonathan gave me this morning. Perhaps there was something. Instead, I found some papers. Lauren’s apartment address in Canada, the place she was working in that detail, and the birth certificate of her daughter. Her daughter was Joy Rose Astor. My name was my daughter’s. The date of her birth was exactly nine months after she left California. Joy was my daughter.

Anna’s lips curved into a smile, eyes alive with the fire of hope, looking at Jennifer unblinkingly. “Jennifer, the person who cheated, is you!” “What are you saying?!” Jennifer was so angry her tone climbed a notch. Anna laughed and walked towards her, her voice calm and steady, so all her classmates could hear her. “To earn a high salary, you worked as a chest model at a lingerie company!” Their surroundings exploded in a cacophony of noises. “She’s the daughter of the Wurst family, a socialite through and through. How could she be a chest model, just to place first!”

They knew they were in deep shit because they had failed in their jobs along with their team leader, Shanzy who was the in charge of collecting the information on Ashton Walkers. But before Simone can kill them with her deadly glares, the beautiful girl's high-pitched voice once again echoed in the room, "Dadd!!" Ashton blinked his eyes several times to confirm he wasn't dreaming about his daughter standing in front of him dressed to kill in her knee-length white dress accompanied by a blue denim jacket, long boots and a woollen cap that just made her look even more adorable. For a nine-year-old, his daughter was an enigma; taken after her mother and he wasn't surprised now that she was the