Ti Youngest Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Profession : She is a professional painter she is a highly skilled and highly paid painter in the world… Fear : She feared darkness the most. Other information is LOCKED 4)Tina (FL's youngest daughter) : She is 23 years old. She has a heart-shaped face with her beautiful DOE EYES she has brownish hair which is very long. Personality : she is very kind cute and childish sometimes, she is the apple eye of her family but very cold and indifferent to the unknown. She behaved childishly in front of her mother only and she likes to annoy her father.

Her older brother is at the same school. As Riley moves, I can see the Carter's cotton undies under her long tee. She's really too old for kids' panties, but she likes them. My youngest daughter has become kind of an issue for me. It started at her eighteenth birthday party, right after she graduated. Suddenly I saw the mature young lady, not the little girl. Those were thoughts that I kept to myself.

The wind blew aggressively, making my body shiver. “Hi!” I greeted. The cute little girl tapped her feet on the pool while she’s on the edge, mimicking how I swam earlier. “Hey,” her mom gave me a huge, genuine smile. “Your daughter is cute. She got your features!” A small chuckle came out from her lips. “Uh. It’s Tili. My two-year- old daughter. She’ll turn three soon!” “Really? She can construct words very well.” “Yes! I took care of her since I didn’t have a job. She’s a smart kid but tantrums often.”

When she heard a response, she grabbed the latch and pushed the door open. The moment she stepped in, an adorable girl with raven hair like her mother's rushed towards Tessa. “Mommy!” Tessa lowered herself and caught her four-year-old daughter when she threw herself at her. Lifting her up, she placed two kisses on her cute cheeks. “Willa, Mommy missed you so much!” Tessa said, placing Willa on the side of her hip before her eyes trailed to find Reagan and Nia. Willa was the last born and the shortest among the three. She looked like a three-year-old although she was four.

She batted her eyelids cutely. "How old is she?" Zoey had never seen someone so cute before, of course, she was Nova's daughter, she was meant to be cute. Zoey pulled the little girl up, making her seat on her lap. She pinched the bridge of her nose, the little girl clasping her hands in excitement. "Yay!" "How old are you?" She asked. "Four." The little girl squeaked, before shining a bright smile. "Dalia is four years old." She pinched the bridge of her nose again.

I squat down and ooeny arms as wide as I can and hug them so tight. “Oh my babies, I missed you.” I tell them as I press a kiss on each of their heads. “We missed you to mummy.” They all say. “Mummy, is it true that we are leaving?” My daughter asked, she's the youngest of the three and she's very soft spoken unlike her brothers. “Who told you that we were leaving?” I asked her. “Aunty Zoey.” She whispered softly, like it was a secret and I just smiled at my sweet girl.

“You did not come here for cash and most certainly, you will not ruin your shoes in the woods.” Hesther smiled and pouted at her shoes. “You know me too well, Daddy.” “But were you really in the woods?” I probed. “Not me. One of my minions, this louboutins are not for the woods, you know.” My daughter has a huge following in Alabama. She is a celebrity in er own right. Being the only daughter and her good looks gave her access to famedom amd she is not afraid to use it. Yet, this kid wonders why, I prefer Zayn over her. Teens are hard to decipher. I wish their mother was still here to share the burden of parenthood.

And that window left wide open was Baby Z. “I don’t want to go to kindergarten, daddy!” she said , wrapping her little arms under her chest, and pouting her lips at Tristan just the way Zoey was doing it. She is Zoey’s daughter one hundred percent. You can’t be misled about that. Her appearance, her sassiness, all about her screams out loud “I am Zara Mayer, Zoey’s Mayer daughter!” “Baby,” Tristan said and lifted her in his arms, and Baby Z, placed her arms around his neck. “All the kids in our pack are going to kindergarten. It is time for you to go too.”

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

Tammy was getting more excited the more she talked, "Once Layla has her pick, we can let Tiffany choose too!" Jun said, "Tammy! Tiffany is only seventeen! What are you talking about!" Tammy said, "She can be friends first! I don't mind letting our daughter get to know some exceptional boys. That way, it might have a positive impact on motivating her to study." Jun was speechless. Of course, she would get to know more brilliant people. Tiffany had been coddled and spoilt since she was a child, so she had perfectly inherited some of Tammy's traits.