Ti Youngest Daughter Novels & Stories

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

"Jude! We're going to pick daddy up at the airport now and you kept playing xbox?" I asked After marrying Christian, 1,5 year after that I have a son name Jude. He's 100% Christian let me tell you. He's a little version of Christian. Now JunYeol is 8 years old. I have another kid name Park Chae Young and she's so adorable. She has so many aegyo and it reminds me of Callie alot. Callie love her so much and she often take her to house to play with her grandparents. She's 2 years old now.

I didn't think before I spoke and I inwardly cringed about that. He was already sliding his key in a starting the car. “Yes,” He answered. “She's four.” His eyes slid to the toys on the dashboard, and that smile of his turned warmer. “She's four and the most dinosaur-obsessed kid I have seen” Pride and love radiated from his words and it turned my heart bright and dark at the same time. Kellan, too, would have loved our daughter. “She sounds… incredible.” I managed to say past the sudden tightness in my throat.

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”

Amber's POV Her words hit me like a freight train, confusion slamming me hard on the face like a blow. The ground disappears beneath me. I can't breathe. I can't think. 'My daughter, Tiffany.' Those words echo in my ears so loud it hurts. "What— what do you mean by your daughter, Tiffany?" I stutter, my lips quivering with fear. Three years ago, Ryan brought home a one-year-old Tiffany. He told me she's the daughter of his distant cousin who died in an accident.

Morning greeted the windows of Tiara's small but stylish apartment. In the open-plan kitchen, Tiara was busy with an apron tied neatly over her T-shirt and jeans. She was humming to an inaudible tune as she poured juice into a pair of clear glasses. Not far from her, curled comfortably on the couch, was Imani, her friend Isla’s four-year-old daughter. The little girl sat with her knees tucked in and an expensive-looking iPad balanced against them. Tiara’s eyes kept shifting towards the child, stealing glances at her in a way that made her hands slow just slightly.

It showed a younger Eleanor and Richard with four kids, two boys, a girl, and a baby. "That's Rick," Eleanor said, pointing to the older boy. "And that's Richard Junior, everyone calls him RJ. That's Sarah, and..." Her voice broke a little. "That's my baby. My youngest daughter." The photo showed this adorable toddler with chubby cheeks and the biggest smile. "She's beautiful," I said. "She was." Eleanor's voice cracked. "She got taken when she was two. Right out of our backyard while I was making lunch. Another pack, our enemies, they wanted to hurt us, and they knew taking her would destroy us."

She scolds. Dad let's out a dry laugh, "don't worry about it Kitty Kat." He rasps laying a kiss on the three year old's forehead. I move to the side to my two other younger siblings, Lucia and Ian. Lucia is the youngest of all five of us, twelve years old. She doesn't stay with any of us but rather with a foster care family in Georgia, when our mother passed away she was seven years old and I was twenty two years old juggling multiple jobs.

Raelyn replied sweetly, making Warren smile. Among his three daughters, Tiffany was the most prideful. She refused to bow down and submit to him. She was a stubborn one. His second daughter was a free spirit who refused to be tamed, so he had given up on her long ago. Raelyn was the only obedient one. She was cute, smart, and sensible. After comparing his three daughters, Warren approved of Raelyn even more. "Dad, this is my birthday party. How can you let her replace me on stage? I don't agree." Tiffany, who had been silent, spoke up. Her gaze was resolute, and she wouldn't allow someone else to dance in her place.

I nodded at mom. After breakfast, Aben invited me to go up to the 2nd floor. We entered a room that was familiar to me, Aben's sister Tasya's room. Tasya is still 3 years old. She is very cute and adorable. "Kak Diana .." Tasya ran over to me who was in the doorway. "Don't run, dear, you will fall," I said to commemorate Tasya. I squatted to match Tasya's height, Tasya hugged me. "Tasya miss Sis Dianda," he said cedal.