Ti Youngest Daughter Novels & Stories

“Holy shit! You did what now?!” I give a small smile. I can’t help it when talking about my daughter. “Abby. She’s about to turn three.” I see Lisa’s mind whirring with the numbers. “Oh. My. God. Jayden’s the father, isn’t he? The night with the drugs…”

They send postcards every few months, lemon trees, cobblestone streets, and everyone ends with “Wish you were here.” Damien and Layla? Well, they’re a power couple if I ever saw one. Their daughter Jayla is six and already a hurricane in a dress. Damien calls her “too much like her mother,” and Layla insists she’s “exactly like her father.” Truth is, she’s both fearless and fierce. And loved.

I asked. "Yes. Astrid is in Boracay with her friends." My ears rang the moment I heard my daughter’s name. "Y-You allowed her?" I blurted out. Mama and Dauxfer both looked puzzled at my reaction. "I-I mean, how old is she now?" "She’s 20 years old." "W-What?!" I quickly shut my mouth and lowered my head in embarrassment. Radiant! You are Menchie! "Menchie? What’s wrong with you? Why are you reacting like that?" Mama asked irritably.

Adam comes running back into the hall with Rory right behind him. “Sorry,” she says when Adam crashes right into Josie. “It’s all right.” Josie bends over and picks Adam back up, putting him back on his feet. “Gosh, it’s been so long since my daughter was this small.” “How old is your daughter?” Rory asks, scooping up Adam, who immediately fusses. He reaches for me and stops fussing as soon as he’s back in my arms. “She’s fourteen,” Josie answers. “Oh, yeah, it has been a while since she was little then.” Rory looks at me and then back at Josie. “I’m Rory, Jacob’s sister.”

She rubbed her slim nose nervously and sprang her slender pink lips. He forwarded his hand to the girl. She stashed herself behind Namjae. He stated, 'I'm sorry, my daughter has SOCIAL ANXIETY DISORDER'. TaeHwan stretched out his eyes and said, 'She is your daughter? She sounded 19 and you're 27 if I'm not mistaken'. Namjae smiled and said, 'You are correct. She is 19 years of age'. He was a little disconcerted. He could not understand how he had a young girl when he was 27 years old.

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.