Jessica Vestal Daughter Age Mga Nobela at Kwento

So Levi had brought Jessa back to the villa more than once or twice! He let Jessa spend time with my daughter! "Celestia, today is Dad's birthday. Did you prepare a gift for him?" My heart was breaking. Memories came crashing down on me. Celestia cupped her face and turned around. Yes, only now did she actually look at me properly. "Dad said that I being good and practicing violin is the best gift for him." "Auntie Jessa said if I stay home and behave, she'll prepare a gift for Dad that he'll absolutely love."

She could tell that Jessica was really happy with the recent developments and she was happy for her daughter too. "Normal people find their wolf sometimes before they reach 18 years of age. But you're not normal Jessica. You're special." Vivian's face beamed with smiles as she said this. "Thank you, mom. I really wouldn't have come this far without you and Dad." Jessica thanked her mother happily. And then the thought came to her mind, she had promised Isabelle that she wouldn't reveal what they had discussed but Vivian was her mother and she knew that Vivian would know best.

The four-year-old daughter of Levi, or Isaac, or whatever the hell his name was. It struck me as odd and somewhat reckless for someone undercover to share such a big piece of his life. Yet, it made me wonder whether Isaac might’ve shown me because he believed if the truth would ever come out, I would be by his side. I wasn’t sure, but I did know one thing. He played me. All of us. Jessica came back with a cup in her hands, stepping over the mess. “I’m sorry for all of this, I have a four-year-old,” she explained, setting the tea down in front of me.

Emily looked at her nervously and demanded, "Jessica, are you really Royce Osborne’s daughter? I’ve asked you to arrange a meeting with your father many times, but you’ve always made excuses to avoid it. Were you just deceiving me this entire time? Are you actually related to him at all?" Jessica’s expression froze suddenly, and she explained frantically, "Of course, I’m his daughter. My father is just incredibly busy; he’s been away on a business trip in Africa lately, which is why he hasn’t had time. Ms. Hopkins, I am telling you the truth. If you still doubt me, I can show you a childhood photo of myself."

I notice her lips twisting as if trying to find the most polite words to say to me. "I'm Vee," she said, finally extending her hand in a manner that said don't dare ignore my hand or I'll cut your balls. "Venera Rustik Yates." Her last name quickly registered, and her familiar face explained it. She had features like Viktor's, and her proud stance like her father. I had never gotten the chance to meet her at parties, and I think I could recall Viktor saying that he had a spoiled little sister who started a modeling career at the tender age of six who traveled around the world in her private plane for her projects. She was the daughter whom the Yates matriarch had died giving birth to. The Ya

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

"My mother was kidnapped and sent to Emmerson Village when she was 16 years old. She gave birth to me when she was 17. "After that, she was forced to keep bearing children. Every time she gave birth to a daughter, Emmerson Village's midwife would kill that baby in front of my mother and me. As such, my mother became insane." Based on the identity that the Lawsons created for Jessica, she was indeed 16 years old when she was kidnapped. However, in actuality, Jessica was only 15 years old when she was taken. She had given birth to Angeline before she turned 16.

She pauses a moment. “Why did you tell me that?” “I need your trust, Jessa. Just like I’m trusting you on what you feel when it comes to this infant. Do you have a name for her?” “Her name is Amber and she’ll be a year old on the twentieth.” I interrupt. “Thank you Damian.” She nods before slowly taking the phone from dad’s hand.

"I think five minutes. Our tutor let us go outside early since we finished Latin so fast today." My lower lip trembled. "Do you know if they've found her yet?" "What's her name, Jessa?" I felt so stupid. "Oh, geez. I should have told you. Her name is Jasmine Lilly Sweeten. She's only eight. Two years younger than me. She's wearing a neon pink jacket, a bright blue shirt with a pony on it, and the sickest parachute pants you've ever seen. Her shoes are yellow and she has scrunch socks on." Which reminded me. "Oh! She has her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a black scrunchie. She has gray eyes like mine, but her hair is wavy. Mom says mine is straighter than a stick." I fingered the long end

She could no longer like this person, "Because now we're friends. Miss Armstrong will definitely not mind sharing with me what you know." Helena took a sip of coffee and replied, "Of course. Celeste is the biological daughter left behind by my father. She graduated from college at the age of 20. She usually has no job other than staying at home and no friends. She spends all day lazing around and waiting for death."