John Cenas Daughter Novels & Stories

Xena, not noticing Yvonne's distraction, continued, "Yes, but you can't be her because the person I know is from Jasper City and passed away years ago." As she spoke, Xena watched Yvonne's reaction closely. She expected Yvonne to show some guilt or panic upon hearing about Jasper City but to her surprise, Yvonne remained calm and simply said, "Is that so? That's quite a coincidence. My daughter is there now." "Daughter? Since when does Charles have a daughter?" Xena blurted out without thinking. The car fell silent. Yvonne turned to look at her, and even the driver glanced back.

“Do you think a single sorry is enough? I don't need your fucking sorry, Lenos. Just stay away from me and focus on your life. I bet you're already happy with your life. You already have a daughter…and obviously a wife…" My voice faltered with my last words. "Just leave me alone. You don't have to visit me in the hospital. Just… just pay my fucking bills and everything's good!" “What?" His forehead was creased with disbelief. "Cresia, you're wrong." He shook his head. "I don't have a wife. Leah is not my daughter. She's the daughter of my twin, Lana." Wait. What? That little girl is Lana's daughter? Of course, I knew Lana. She was Lenos' twin sister. Lenos introduced us to each other ten ye

"Open your eyes and look hard! I'm the daughter of Casey Nostra, the Capo of South City! I'm the real Mafia Principessa! You're nothing but an orphan who's left with a brother. What's with all the pretences?" That was when a luxurious car sped into the area. A slender figure in a suit got out of the car. It was my fiancé, John. I shouted at him, "John! Get your men to stop! I'm the Principessa of the Don! I'm Don Corleone's daughter! If you don't stop what you're doing, the Corleones will make sure your entire families die a horrible death!"

Jake is now talking to a couple with their daughter. The girl has a blonde long hair, fair skin, chunky eyes, and pink full lips. The girl's smile towards Jake is something. Hmmm, I know that look very well. She likes him, doesn't she? Well, who wouldn't right? With the good face, wealth and successful life, and hot body... he really has it all. "Jake, this is my daughter Carren. She's in her last year in college." the man in a tux introduced his daughter.

It wasn't a question, but Catalina nodded anyway. "I'm Carmen." The woman's smile was tired. "My daughter was in the Bogotá facility. They took her three years ago. Said she was special, that they needed to run tests." Her voice cracked slightly. "I haven't seen her since." "I'm sorry," Catalina said, because what else could she say?

“It’s about clout. You want the Caldwell legacy without the cost. And I’m telling you now, Jasmine... don’t do it.” But she ignored me. That afternoon, she called for a press conference. And the circus began. *** At the press conference “My name is Jasmine Caldwell,” she began. “I am the biological daughter of William Caldwell Sr., confirmed by DNA. I intend to honor my father’s legacy.” I stood in the back, arms folded, jaw locked. The crowd didn’t eat it up the way she expected. Not even close. Reporters bombarded her with questions: “Where have you been all these years?”

I felt my hands ball up into fists when I heard Sheerin's tone. She glanced at my hands, and her smirk got even bigger. She was assuming I wouldn't harm her because her dad was around. But she was mistaken; I would never have laid my hand on her if she had harmed me. But when it comes to my daughter... "Sheerin, just a reminder; she is Catrina and Alpha Carlo Donovan's daughter." Carissa responded with a rather snappy attitude. "Have you forgotten? I guess you're aware now, so treat her with respect."

Cassandra told me as she entered the room and found me spacing out on the bed. “I was wondering what if the DNA result comes back negative,” I told her quietly. “There's no way it will be negative,” she replied without the slightest doubt in her voice. “I would bet my whole life that you are their daughter!” she added with conviction in her tone. “Why?” The question slipped out smoothly from my lips.

I felt so free. Oops, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce my humble self. I was so busy rambling on the things I'm going through that I forgot. Okay, I go by the name Ciara Acacia Jones. Daughter of the former Beta male of vengeful eyed pack, late Arnold David Jones , and mother ; late Clara Halona Jones. I'm 19 years of age. I'm not tall and not short either, you know that kind of height. I have a pale body filled with injuries. There is no part of my body that does not have a spot or an injury there.

"Cassandra is taller. Curvier. Prettier. More alluring. Has better fashion sense. Her moans are the best in the world. Why am I even telling you that?" I gave him a stink eye. Could those even be counted as valid reasons? I so much wanted to knock all of his teeth out. "That's not all," What more did he want to say about her? I feared my ears would bleed. "Jenna is a Zelta werewolf, and Cassandra ranks way higher than her as the Gamma's daughter. Also, my Luna's more intelligent than she lets on." I nodded sagely, "Yeah, she is indeed," My brother looked happy when I said that, but his face fell with the other part of the sentence.