Max Verstappen Daughter Novels & Stories

Introduce it to me. So she's the daughter of the prime minister. The girl has black hair, I guess she takes her mother's hair since the prime minister is blonde. "I am Marielle Havanna De'Montecillo. From the house of De'Montecillo." It's familiar but I don't know or have heard of its family. It has long black hair. I had not then reached the point where I knew every detail of Valeria's politics. I only know the prime minister and the war general.

Svetlana asked Aria. “I am tw...” “My sister is twelve years old.” Anatoly interrupted with a smile. Cadenza smiled and said. “My smart boy is right. She is our first and Maxim's only daughter.” “Hmm... It must be a shame that she is his first child, Mrs Cadenza. That must have been bad even for you at the time to have birthed a girl as a first.” Svetlana taunted and Cadenza didn't know what to say but then looked at Aria with an accusatory stare.

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

Grumbled the career woman in her heart. The only daughter of the couple, Arnold Laurens Verz and Amber Natasya Loght resumed activities that had been delayed for a moment while holding back all the chaotic feelings that had been raging in her heart. When all was done, the girl who has a height of one hundred and seventy-five centimeters put her smartphone in another bag and as soon as possible left with both bags.

She just listens then her chest is about to burst out. She cannot believe that this woman is telling her the truth despite her mean face. “I may look like mean—they always said that to me but when it comes to the request of my young master Jostein De Vere, it is my pleasure to grant that wish.” She smiled at her, and the chest is making it now light feeling and nothing else but Jostein’s care about her. “You are Keesha Monteverede right? The only daughter of Mr. Alfredo Monteverde the partner company of the cousins?” she asked seriously to her that shocked her whole body.

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.”

And the girl screamed frightened. It was Rebekka Lise Madsen, daughter of Earl Madsen. One of the girls competing on the Trials. But a scared ugly duckling in the middle of all of those vipers. And... She doesn't like boys. I don't even know what the hell is she doing here, when she isn't interested in what Daisuke could offer as a man and prospect husband. Actually, she was in love with Avyanna. I guess she may hate me as well. Although her feelings for my dead best friend was something that only me and her knew of.

Grace lamented. "Enough, Sis. Don't complain like that. It's better to pray for Dad and Mom to resolve the company's issues successfully," Raceh advised. Raceh Pratista, the beautiful young woman, was twenty-three years old and had just graduated from a public university in Jakarta. She was the youngest daughter of Mr. Fidel and Mrs. Santi.

Cassidy asked. “Yes I do with my fifteen sons their names are Arailt MacIllePhàdraig, Jakobe Hairston, Qeb Asghar, Nazar Savych Lyashko, Rory Jorge Otogan Montilla, Iwan Carter, Flavio Martìnez, Xuan Hanying, Sælaugur Auðbergsson, Kobe Motoki, Gemistos Bardas, Jørn Hoffman, Flip van Ewijk & Bonaventura Gregori” I said “how about the twenty-six daughters?” Charlotte asked.

Nathan Point of View " ... Wait! Who are you? " Who's this girl? She just smiled at me " I'm Aeouxyz, Uncle! Aeouxz Margaux De Vera Perez. " She's who? My eyes stunned to her. She is a De Vera? " De Vera? You are a De Vera? " I asked. She slightly smiles while nodding. " I'm the daughter of Neil Alexia Maria De Vera Perez. "