Sharing My Daughter Novels & Stories

I picked up the pack of potato chips and kept in the trolley. I shrugged at her "He is my ex-boyfriend" I talked with Anna while keeping chocolates in the trolley. "Oh" Anna looked at me expectingly to talk more. "Kiara is his daughter" I told her. "What?" Anna sounded shocked. "That's..." "I know I know, some teenage mistakes can't be undone now" I said. My mood lightens up when I remembered one thing. "And also shares his food with me" "And?" Anna's eyes were on me.

Alicia grabbed her phone from her handbag and smiled when she saw the person face timing her. She swipe the receive icon and sat down on the chair. "Hey sweetheart," "Mom, i miss you, grandfather won't let me come to you and I'm pissed." The teenage girl said. Alicia laughed, her eyes twinkles with admiration whenever she looks at her daughter. Tanya Young, her 16 years old daughter, also one of the reasons why she felt like being with Braxton will cause more harm than good in her life. "You know that mommy is busy baby, but don't worry I'll come get you sometimes next week, happy?" Alicia asked Tanya and she nodded,

"I'm not stopping her because I just want to. I have my own reason-” "Ahh. Wasteful. It would have been a great opportunity if you had allowed your daughter... because as for me... she and Sarah will click once they meet on showbiz. Because my daughter used to be a child actress." "Well... I just wanna share."

He felt like an ogre who kicks puppies. Then she gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Whatever happens in the future, I will have a little time with her. That's all that matters. Even if it's only this Saturday lunch, I will cherish it until the day I die. Thank you for making this happen, Mr. Malhotra. Meeting my daughter is a dream come true for me. I will always be grateful to you," she said.

“You called them Dirty J. Divas when me and Titus crashed your burger date with Bray. It kind of stuck with us, so we renamed our fans the Divas.” Conor here. I have a special post today. Y’all keep asking us for a photo of my daughter, and I’m happy to finally introduce her to you. You’re all great and we wanted you to meet her first. So here she is, the littlest Diva, with me and her amazing mama, Chloe. This is my Milka. I swallowed my nerves as he clicked “post.” He turned his face to me and our daughter. “There. Done.” “She’s not a secret anymore,” I whispered, running my fingers through her unruly dark hair.

he said, pulling me closer to him by the waist. I sighed, placing the back of my head against his chest, and looked at my daughter's posts. She looked so beautiful and such a little princess in the photos; she was really doing an amazing job with her career. I ended up remembering the time she called me, asking me to come home because she had already created this image of a perfect family in public.

I said, really impressed with him. "And you?" He asked, making me giggle lightly. “I have a beautiful six-year-old daughter; she is a sweetheart; you would definitely like to meet her,” I said. “Oh, I'm really excited to have this chance to meet her,” he said, making a genuine smile escape my lips. “By your smile, I bet it's what you live for,” he added. “Yes, she is everything to me,” I said. “That’s one more reason I admire you,” he said, making me blush.

Something that I am sure is obviously nothing. "Tasha," she continues. "I am really, really proud of you. You have come so far, and I am happy that you have learnt so much. Sometimes, I forget that I have a grown ass nineteen year old daughter who can obviously take good care of herself." She chuckles. I join her too. "But, you are still my little girl," she pinches my cheeks. "There is nothing that can make me more worried than you hiding your pains and problems from me. You are my only daughter, and you mean everything to me. Always remember that I am here for you whenever you need me. Okay?"

Oh here comes the part about me. "After many many years, I finally got news from her. She was dying and her last wish was that I would take care of our daughter." You could hear the surprises of the guests all the way up here, and what's worse I was about to go down there to face them. "Without further ado, I present to you my daughter. Autumn Cromwell Lennon." I started to descend the stairs where my father was waiting for me as he gave me his hand as photographers took pictures of us.

she apologized, but I immediately took hold of her hand. "No, you're not," I assured her, and she smiled in gratitude. "Does she know?" I asked, glancing at the little girl. "No, she doesn't," she replied, stealing a glance at her daughter. "Imagine what it would do to her. I just want her to live and be happy and not worry herself." "I lost my Dad too," I shared with a forced smile. "I'm so sorry," she empathized.