Nicki Minaj Daughter Novels & Stories

she said and stood up to check if anyone was coming and continued "Why do you want to spoil my plans for you? You think telling him the truth would make a big difference in this relationship? Do you?" I kept silent and nodded "Madison,you need to stop being childish and think about your future. Telling him now will only spoil your image and our good name. Once the paparazzi get to know about this, it will be everywhere. Your story will be in every cover page in the magazine. Evans wouldn't think twice about it and go and marry that girl.. What's her name?" "Alex?" "Yeah. My daughter, please be very careful about what you do" "But what if he finds out? What then?"

Tiana asked when he heard him speak. Nicklaus looked at her the said, “I name her Briella Lani, she is my strength and she is my heaven.” Briella Lani. It was a beautiful name. Tiana loved it as she agreed with Nicklaus statement, her daughter was also her strength and happiness. Her paradise! ***** Flashback***

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

‘Such a cold voice, I’m freezing! She could not help but glance at Little Nomi seated on the passenger seat. It was too bad that she was asleep! Little Nomi was her five-year-old daughter. Chubby and fair-skinned, she was extremely adorable. Her small cheeks blushed red like an apple, her thin and long brows under her wavy fringe were like a crescent moon. Her slightly pouting tiny mouth was like a cherry. The corners of Monique Xander’s lips lifted as she stared at her, her heart filled with warmth. All her exhaustion would fade away just looking at that soft and adorable daughter of hers.

Jessica sat upright in the enormous VIP suite with the tiniest and chubbiest bundle tucked against her chest. My heart melted. “Oh my God.” Jessica looked exhausted and beautiful. Nate sat beside her looking completely obsessed with both of them. Patrice and JoAnn were given first honors with the baby. Both grandmothers cried uncontrollably. Eventually, Perra leaned closer. “Okay, we've waited nine months. What's her name?” Nate and Jessica exchanged a smile and then, Jessica looked down at her daughter. “Niemah Jalese Moreau.” The entire room softened.

He told me earlier that if I agree, he will pay my father's debt. "Are you going to be my mommy?" she asked, giving me an innocent look. I just stared at the child silently. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say no, but her innocent face seemed so eager to have a new mother. I moved closer to Nicholas's daughter and sat down so I could be at her level. I held her tiny face and asked, "Hmm, what's your name?" "Zylia Mirai Rivas," she replied confidently. She didn't have any trouble pronouncing her name.

She looked exactly like Melania. ‘Who is she?’ I smiled faintly at the child and gently patted her head. “Thank you for saving Kenji, little angel.” Her face lit up instantly. She turned to Melania with sparkling excitement. “See, Mamma! This handsome uncle called me little angel!” Mamma!? The word echoed in my head. My eyes shifted back to Melania, then to the child standing beside her. So this little girl is Melania’s daughter. But… how? She looked about the same age as Kenji.

The blades of the chopper finally came to stop after minutes and that was when a young blonde appeared at the door of the transport with a big smile. She was in a white print shift dress which is styled with a duster jacket and a pair of stiletto heels and had her sunglasses on as well. Her skin was flawless and her hazel kind of eyes was something that would be noticed first. And that was Nica: The last child and only daughter of the Mizzeti mob family. She is cherished by her brothers who are overprotective and would not hesitate to take the sight of men who had eyes on her. Her parents on the other hand have trained and groomed her from birth to be married into a powerful family just like

Through my blurry, tear-filled eyes, I looked toward the edge of the bed. Jasmine wasn't crying anymore. She was sitting on the rug, a paper towel held lazily against the small cut on her leg. She had her iPad in her hands. Her little fingers moved across the screen easily, and when she brought the device to her ear, I heard the clear ringing sound coming from the iPad’s speakers. She wasn't calling an ambulance. She was calling her father. Jasmine looked up from the screen, her eyes—Marcus’s eyes—looking straight into mine. A cold, proud smile spread across her small face as the call connected.

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded