Nikola Jokic Parents Novels & Stories

He was quiet in class since the first day, how she planned to be before Miguel brought her out of her shell. “He’s in my class.” “Good. I want you to be friends with him. Find out everything about his family. I want to know if he has a happy home. Understood?” Luci blinked, surprised. “W-Why?” Jairo threw her a lazy glance before starting the engine, his eyes focused on the road. After a long pause, he answered, “His parents are the key to Kara finding her real parents.” Luci’s eyes widened. “Really? Wow. I would love to help.”

“Major outlets. The story hits in thirty-six hours.” “Christ,” I whisper. “Exactly what is going to hit me?” “I’m not sure you’re ready for this one.” I reply, cool as crushed ice. “Tell me.” His tone snaps sharper. “Nico Morel. He’s filed a paternity claim. DNA conclusive.” “Who the fuck is Nico Morel?” “He’s six months older than James. He’s demanding recognition. A place at the table. If not full leadership, a share of the legacy. His mother’s name is Camila.”

Knight's kiss was different now, pure, sincere, and full of love. ... Niro sighed as he glanced at his office again, but he was ready. "Are you sure of this, Son?" he heard his father say. A business tycoon, a trillionaire. He was sitting on the sofa inside Niro's office. Niro looked at him and forced a smile, "It is a business strategy, dad," he said. Today was their flight back to the U.S., where his father was already a citizen and where their family businesses were based—he was the only one who wasn't there yet.

He stretched, muscles tight from yesterday’s training, and pulled off the covers. Taiga lived alone. His father, a retired NBA player , a well-known figure with deep international ties, had sent him to school in Japan. Luxury wasn’t new to him. The apartment building he stayed in looked more like a presidential hotel than student housing, equipped with a private gym, chef-grade kitchen, marble floors, and all the silence money could buy.

I ask Miguel. Niko laughs, “Always thinking the worst of me” It’s the same thing he tried to feed me for weeks, I wasn’t having it then and I won’t have it now. I give him the look I use with Caela when I'm trying to get her to stop putting everything in her mouth and she thinks I'm trying to play. “Tell me the truth” Niko finally looks at the both of us, “He is a Miguel Armani of the seventh family and heir to Kansas City, his father called him home so he went”

Nico chuckled nervously, tucking his hands under the table. "So, Nico," Dad boomed, spearing a carrot with his fork, "tell me about your family. What does your dad do?" Nico's smile faltered for a beat. "He is a businessman, a multi-billionaire who travels round the world, all in the name of business" he said, his voice full of spite. I held my breath, praying Dad wouldn't pick up on the tremor. “And your mom?” Dad continued. Nico straightened on his chair a little. “She owns a store where she sells puppies. She is also a veterinarian.”

He wanted to punish his so-called father, who had made his mama suffer so much. He found out a few details of his stepfather, Jeremy McGill from his mama when she was in a good mood. Apparently, Jeremy was a real estate broker who used to live in a small house a few blocks away from the streets where Nikolas was abandoned and lived in East Harlem, Bronx. Nikolas gasped at the information. If only he knew, he would have made his foster dad rescue his mama as well. He called his PI to get him information about Jeremy McGill as soon as possible.

Maybe Nathan was right to guide her through each step. "Okay, I'll do whatever you say." After a brief pause, Jennifer asked with a hint of uncertainty, "Do your parents know I have two children? Will they accept them?" Nathan grinned and reassured her, "Don't worry. My mom is the kindest person I know. She's not the type to judge based on social status or family background. I'm sure she'll like you." Jennifer hesitated briefly. "What about your dad?" "My dad?" Nathan winked and answered, "He just follows whatever my mom says."

Karyn kindly asks with a bright white smile. "S-s-sure m-m-ma'am," I quickly breath as I start to fidget uncomfortably until Black Jack wraps an arm around my shoulders almost instantly calming me down. "Well, I'm going to start this off with the information I've found on you; then we will go from there on what is correct and incorrect and we will add any information through our questions," Jeffrey starts off with. Nodding carefully, curious as to what he has found on me; "Your parents are Patrick and Kelley Quinn from Provo, Utah?"

"Say's who? Last time I checked you helped raise my grandson along with that doctor Bunoka and his wife as well as Mr. and Mrs. Pakiston." "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you need to accept us Juan and I will understand." My dad glares at them "well unfortunately for you all to us your family so too bad."Soon everyone was laughing and Justin starts to jump up and down "mom is finally going to be happy.