Novel & Cerita Nikola Jokic Parents

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.

“Why would that matter?” Justin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he asked another question. “What were your grandparents’ names?” “My father’s parents?” I asked. He nodded. “Grandpa Arthur and Granny Shania. They were both simple people from the northern continent,” I said slowly. “Very kind, but nothing unusual. They passed away when I was young.” Justin hummed thoughtfully. Then he pointed to another name on the document. “What about this one?” I stared at the name. Nicholas... the baby's name.

The discovery was already making her dizzy and her palms moist before she even got the chance to find out. Mom Tessa sighed deeply and said, "Your biological parents are Richard Jones and Irish Brown; you also have an elder brother, Jacob Jones. You must have heard of the Jones family in New York."

So, I'm not ready to settle down," he added. Monica's parents looked at each other. "Monic, how about you, we match you with Zidan, he is the son of Mama's old friend, he is a good man and he is a doctor," said Mama Marsha. "It's true what your mother said, 'Son, all this is for your future," said Papa Rian.

No wrinkle of disagreement in his lips. What the hell is wrong with him?! “Fiancée?” Their father sounded surprised. “I don’t know you are a family man, Nikola, but this is good. This means that our bloodline will continue. No more casual sex for you now.” I paled. Lifting his arms again, their father then smiled at me and stated, “Come here my soon-to-be daughter.” I froze on the spot without even intending it. Nikola’s quick push on my back had me stepping towards the Big Boss and receive his embrace.

“So Nicholas is his name.” "Yes, honey. He is the only son of Chloe and Damian Romualdez, the owner of Romualdez Corporation. Damian is my college friend. I know that they are good people. That’s why I chose their son for you. I chose him not just for our company but for you as well, honey. I know he will take care of you just as we take care of you." My mom sincerely said. I smiled. I know that apart from business, our parents still think of us.

Jada pulled away and pretended to be busy with clothes again. “Well we always talked about being a chain,” I said, half serious. By chain they likely meant somewhere else close. I definitely didn’t see them moving but I could plant the seed. Jakob would likely be all for it. Our parents lived two hours from here but we rarely see them and Jakob’s parents were retired and in Florida. But, they weren’t at all close. “They don’t eat carbs or sugar in LA,” she scoffed. I laughed and nodded, pretty convinced that was true.

he finished "Stop it right now Thomas"Joshua yelled at him and that made him stop "Why are you acting this way father, it doesn't suit you"Thomas said only to receive a slap from Joshua. "Nick do not listen to what he said. You......" "Thanks to Thomas,I now know what I am and how you all see me"Nick said cutting Joshua off "There is one thing I just want you to tell me,what is the name of my real parent?"Nick asked "Edmund, Peter Edmund and Sarah Edmund"with that having been said, Nick left the study heading back to his car.

He agreed and they both grinned at each other. Nico was raised by his mother after she moved here from Cicily. She never said who his father was, but almost as soon as they had arrived, Nonno was coming around. His nephew had sent his mistress and child to America. Nonno promised to keep an eye on them and to keep them safe. He also took the boy under his wing and taught him the family business.