Nicki Minaj Daughter Novels & Stories

"You’ll never see your wife and kids again." The threat wasn’t real, but it did the job. Fear flashed across Nike’s face, exactly the reaction Martinez wanted. With one last smirk, Martinez left the room, leaving Nike alone with his thoughts. ****** Nora was in the sitting room when Adams walked in. She straightened in her seat as he approached. “What did you find out? Who are her parents?” she demanded the moment he stopped before her. “She’s the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. They passed away in a car accident when she was ten. She grew up in California, has no history of surgeries, and pursued a degree in fashion design, graduating as the top student in her class.”

As far as she knew, only poor families would send their children into showbiz at such a young age, and the rich would never allow their toddlers to appear on the big screen. "What a surprise! You already have a child!" Sahara would be thrilled if she knew about this. Diana had heard through the grapevine that Maya was only twenty something years old, yet this child seemed to be at least a couple years old. Connie also didn't seem to have a son in law, so it would be interesting to find out how Maya had this daughter. Frowning, Hilda held Luna in her arms and retorted impatiently, "This is my child, and it's none of your business. I don't even know you!"

It was adorable how it was as if Dylan was physically sitting across her. Gladdy slowly opened her eyes, her irises looking similar to his. She inherited her Dad’s most noticeable feature, it was amazing. Niquel swore to protect her from all the boys that would drool over her as she grew up – no one was dating Gladdy until the young man passed by his standards. “And this -,” she said, tapping Gladdy’s tiny nose, “- is our daughter, Gladdy.” Niquel’s heart lurched forward. This child was … after all this time, she was … they were …

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

"What are we going to call her?" I stare at my daughter, listing all the names I wrote down if she was a girl. "This one. Henry says. " She let out a little moan when you said that one. “Isadora?" " Yes, Isadora." I smile. "Then you will be Isadora Zattani, the most loved and desired girl on this planet."

While the young Harriet, at the age before she got lost, is smiling at he camera. There's no doubt. Harriet is really the daughter that Astell has been looking for years. Reese shut her eyes closed. It's over. Now, she can't really achieve her plans. She bit her lower lip while keeping her eyes closed. "Y-You are really my H-Harriet's father!" Sorren gasped, staring at the crying Astell. Astell nodded his head while sobbing. "My daughter Nadia, I finally found you." Zion took a deep breath, and he could not just close his mouth. This is so shocking. Even though he already heard this before, confirming the truth is still surprising. Who will have thought that his childhood friend will turn ou

"Doesn't she look just like you?" "No, I don't look anything like her." Ashley put her phone away. "Yes, she does. With makeup, she'll look just like you." "What's her name?" "Julie James. Daughter of Henry and Emma James. She's an orphan, adopted by her uncle Jeffrey and aunt Summer Greene. She was an only child of her parents." Creepy. I was convinced she was stalking me from my birth. "How do you know so much about m-her?"

He called me by my full name, he was getting angry, something is wrong, something was happening back home, within the mafia but what. “I have two children now, a daughter and a son. My son is younger than Nick by five years and my daughter…” he looked sad when he spoke of his daughter. Also, I never heard anything about him having a daughter. His wife, Emily had a son. “My daughter was born first, and she is two years younger than Nick. beautiful that one." so, the way he spoke told me that his daughter was alive, but it sounded like they were estranged.

"It's true. He stole Dad's technology. And when Dad tried to stop him, Marcus had him killed." "You have proof of this?" "I'm getting it." "Good luck with that." She checks her phone. "Is that all? Because I have a mommy-and-me yoga class in thirty minutes." Mommy-and-me. With my daughter. "How is she?" The question slips out. I shouldn't ask. I signed the NDA. But I can't help it. Jade's smile widens. "She's perfect. Sleeping through the night already. Everyone says she looks just like Marcus."

I replied as I forced the tears to stay at bay. "She's going to be fine. She's a fighter and she won't give up that easily," Jackson tried to reassure me. My eyes never left Maxwell as he spoke and I couldn't help but smile at him. He was my son, my child. "Maxwell David Lex Jackson. He's my son," I muttered as I used my hand to move the blanket away from his face, his eyes opening to reveal a beautiful pair of blue eyes looking up at me and his small hand wrapped around my huge finger. "We have a daughter too. Nicole Janette Jayne Jackson."