Quavo Daughter Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda

“Oh… where could he be?’’ “I don't know yet. That's why I want to go there right away to search for him. Please, if you heard anything about him, inform me immediately.” “Sure, I will do that. Hopefully, everything would be fine.” **** “Mom, is Aunty Nimfa coming to our new house?” Rica suddenly asked. “Shawn, where are you? Did I just hear a voice of a young girl?” “Oh, yes! She is Rica,” Shawn replied as he looked at Ericka. 'Whose child is she?’ “She’s my daughter.” “Your daughter?” “Yes, my daughter. You know what? Come here so we can talk about this matter personally.”

At me. “For being brave,” she continued, “for loving me… even when I wasn’t easy to love. For letting me find my way.” Tears blurred my vision. I didn’t try to hide them. “You don’t have to thank me,” I whispered. “You’re my daughter. I love you. I always will.” Sophie leaned into me, pressing her forehead lightly against my shoulder. “I know,” she breathed. The baby cooed—a soft little sound, almost a sigh. She lifted her tiny hands as if she understood the gravity of the moment. It tugged a breathless laugh from all of us.

Oh God, I hope it didn't melt my face— "She's from the Faewild," Q said, trying to smile, but the burnt half of his face followed perhaps a tick too slow to be natural. He had Jeffery do the best he could to help with the scarring that hadn't healed right. Didn't want to alarm people when we came in. Causing a scene would have made too many eyewitnesses, and we didn't need that. "She the daughter of an Elder. You know Lord Elodeiths, right?" "Yeah, sure. Just move it along kid…"

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

It wasn’t a mansion—cozy, lived-in, meticulously kept by Laura. “Please, sit. Would you like something to drink?” “No, thank you,” she said, placing her hands on her knees, maintaining perfect poise. “You probably know why I’m here. I apologize for the trouble my daughter caused you. She’s our only child, raised with some… indulgence.” Laura could only chuckle inwardly. Qualia had once been scrawny, dark, bullied in the corners. Laura had even stepped in to help. Now, with power in hand, everything had changed.

I further wished they had the mental strength to recover from this incident when it passed. Quinn, however, had furiously tightened his hold on the man he decided to keep conscious. "What the hell do you want?" The man struggled for breath. "One of those girls." Quinn motioned to one of the girls, a little girl with long black hair and large grey innocent eyes. "That is Julio's daughter." The man paused his struggling and looked up to Quinn in shock. "That's right, I know about your little shenanigans." Quinn smirked in a dark fashion. "You really messed with the wrong boss."

I pushed myself away, "I'm fine." "Are you Doctor Avery Quinn?" He asked, rubbing his hand through his hair. I nodded. "That's me, yes." I cleared my throat. From what he said before I came out, I thought that he brought his girlfriend to therapy. "How may I help you?" He stepped aside to reveal a small, thin girl with large Grey eyes sitting on the chair and swinging her legs slowly. "My daughter," He said in a low voice. "She needs your help..." I quickly made the calculations in my head. The girl looked to be 5 years old, which would mean I had slept with a married man 3 years ago. I was flooded with more shame.

Charlotte's face turned pale, and she was downright intimidated by Granny Quinn. "I…" stammered Charlotte timidly, "I'm his biological daughter." She looked at Granny Quinn with a pitiable expression. "Didn't you see the DNA paternity report? I—I am Quentin's biological daughter!"