Ti Youngest Daughter Novels & Stories

"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.

"Okay.." Zayne said, "I do have to warn you in advance, though. My niece is only 12 years old. She may have an adorable face, but Finn has been indulging her so much that she has a very bad temper and is good at making trouble out of nothing. Do bear with her.” Jay asked, "What's her name?"

I have to set aside all the worries I have in mind tonight because I and my daughter will have a good time. After dressing up, I check Tally inside her room and I can't even recognize her. She was wearing her favorite color pink dress and a pair of silver doll shoes. She leaves her hair hanging above her shoulders. Her hair was curly and she looks like a little doll. " Honey, you look so cute." I compliment her and she giggled. Who would have thought that I already have an eighth years old daughter with a face so young and still fresh? "Shall we go?", I asked her and she quickly nods her head.

I crouch down to be at the height, as my daughter. “Isla Valentina Kane," I state, my tone calm despite my heart pounding against my chest "hear me out. You are five years old. You enjoy dinosaurs, extra cheese. Swiping Tío Marco’s headphones. You are not a plaything, for a city that refuses to accept no for an answer.” She looks up at me with a blink. “. Dad… today’s my birthday.” The purity, in her tone shatters a part of me I hadn’t realized remained intact.

Eight Years Later “Hey, baby girl.” I smile while taking a seat next to my three-year-old daughter. Angelica, or Angel as we call her, is the seventh of my nine children. Lorcan and I are expecting our tenth in three weeks. After Sienna was born, we were blessed with twins, Dean and Damon, born ten months after Sienna. Then came Trystan, Aaron, and Allen, all born within three years of each other. Angelica, and lastly, our second set of twins, Corey and Caden, are now eighteen months of age.

I let out a sigh of relief and went downstairs to get some breakfast. "Mom, good morning." When Ty looked up from his big stack of pancakes, he said. "Mom, tell Ty to stop eating all the pancakes all by himself." Sophia, our 7-year-old daughter, told Ty while pouting. "Don't worry, baby. I'm sure dad has enough for everyone." I said to Adonis with a smile. "Mommy!" Jackson, our three-year-old son, was so happy to see me that he squealed. I picked him up from where he was sitting and held him tight.

They already knew about Zayne’s twin—the only difference was that they thought the child was hers with someone else. “Tita-Mommy, is it true that you have a daughter?” Claire looked at Zayne in surprise, not expecting such a direct question from the child. She lowered her head and nodded. “Yes, it’s true. Her name is Zoey. She’s five years old, just like you.” “That’s why it’s easy for you to get along with my son,” Zekiel remarked. Claire raised her gaze to meet Zekiel’s, their eyes locking. She saw the lifelessness in his stare, unlike earlier when he had been worried.

It's a tradition. Zuriel holds our not-so-little daughter's hand and lifts her on his shoulder, making her giggle. Zurilynn is almost three years old and the most energetic baby I know! But she is so lovely and does as she is told; she rarely throws tantrums and enjoys spending time with us. The two disappear from sight, and I lay on my back, eating grapes. I lift my neck as my brother appears. I get to my feet and hug Killian.

My eyes widened at the uncanny resemblance she has with Sienna. “Is she your daughter?” I asked in shock. She looked down, ruffling the little girl's head as she nodded. “Yes, she's two. Her name is Zoey. She's mine and Kameron's daughter.” Little Zoey stood behind her mother as she looked at me shyly. “Oh my god, I'm so happy for you, Si.” A lot had truly changed since I'd left.