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.

"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.

"Do you think something could've happened to her?" "How could that be? She must've gone into hiding because she found out I was sick and that I needed her bone marrow," Summer speculated. Our parents still believed her. In the end, Summer suggested, "I'm going on a livestream. People deserve to know what Sienna is really like." They agreed immediately, almost eagerly. That night, Summer went live. The livestream title was pure clickbait, engineered to go viral across the internet. [I'm dying, and my twin sister ran away instead of donating her bone marrow. #ShouldIStillBeAliveIfMySisterWon'tSaveMe?]