Taylor Swift Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Tell the fucking truth!" "Your baby's name is Taylor Voklov." He chuckled. "You're trying to tell me you took my property, we're divorced, you are now Taylor Mackenzie, I made sure of it." "Of course you did, except I took it all when I was still Taylor Voklov. And finally, guess you just turned twenty five? Me, I took your properties on my birthday. As for your daughter? Before you start picking the pieces together, she'd have a new name, so it's highly, untraceable."

She said excitedly. Tia Patricia eyes widened with surprise as she turned to me. “Andy? Is she your daughter?” She asked, and I nodded. “Yes, she is. Her name is Diane. Dee say hello to your abulieta,” I said, and turned to see my Tia trying to conceal her surprise and curiosity as she held out her hands to Diane. “Hello, Diane. It's so wonderful to meet you,” Tia said. Diane beamed happily as she went to her.

I want her to be able to marry before her brothers go to the United States; they won't think about going until they're sure their little sister is okay. When Elizabeth arrived, her father heard her heavy footsteps passing by his door and immediately came out. "Darling?" He called, observing her grumpy demeanor. She halted her steps but still didn't turn to face him. "Hi, Dad..." Her voice sounded without enthusiasm." Taylor and I are no longer together." She stated flatly. "I know. "How so?" She asked, turning to look at him. He immediately raised his eyebrows, then disapproved upon seeing her slightly swollen face.

Father looked me in the eye, smiled at me and called me his princess. I returned his smile and cleared my throat anxiously. This can't be real. “Alright, since I called for this gathering, I owe everyone on this table an introduction.” Dad rose to his feet, taking his glass of wine in his hand. “Uhm, Taylor, meet my daughter, Harper.” That signaled Taylor to me and she smiled at me. She seemed sweet. I smiled back. Waiting for the part where Dad just told me who she was. “Damon, that's my daughter, Harper.”

He said and I found myself smiling shyly. "Who?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Oh please don't do that with your old man." He said and I chuckled. "You heard about her already?" "Oh well it's all over the internet, one personally uploaded by you. She's really beautiful but I can't help thinking she looks familiar, like someone I know." I smiled. He mustn't have done any research on her, that's why he's clueless. But familiar? Someone he knows? "She's very popular Dad you should know her. She's the daughter of Timothy and Elizabeth Scott." I explained.

Sophia, my five year old daughter whined, tugging at the hem of my dress. I laughed and squeezed her tiny little palm and walked down the stairs with her. "It's alright. When we get home, you can have all the rest you need." "Yay!" She squealed. I walked out of the airport with my little daughter and grinned widely when I saw Tylor beside a dark blue Audi, grinning back at us. There was an attractive red haired woman beside him trying to get his attention. "Daddy!" Sophia suddenly squealed, leaving my side and running towards Tylor who met her halfway, picked her up, threw her in the air and caught her in his arms again and again until she was a red, laughing, squealing mass of limbs and hai

***ONE YEAR LATER*** I looked at Taylor as she picked up our four-month-old daughter Kristalyn and a tear ran down my cheeks. Kristalyn is the spitting image of Taylor in baby form. Same Auburn hair and eyes; when Kristalyn gets older, they will look like twins. Our family is now complete, and I've never felt so alive. Writer's Note

Mr Wyatt demanded as he stormed into his daughter's room "Dad!" Taylor yelled. "Haven't you heard of privacy? What the hell is wrong with you?" He shook his head. He always blamed herself for Taylor’s behavior. Since she was an only child, he pampered her in hopes that she was going to change later in the future.

“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.

She felt truly betrayed by her own family. “Tiffany Andino”, Tiffany introduced, holding out her hand for a handshake. Kate stared at the hand, before shaking it. She swore she felt a spark when their hands touched. She looked down at their hands, then to her mum's face, the latter's forehead creased in concentration. “I know you__”, Tiffany uttered. Kate sucked in a deep breath, anticipating her next word. “I am your daughter”, she screamed in her head. “You're Taylor Cosgrove, aren't you? Nice to finally meet you”, Tiffany continued, smiling.