Ti Youngest Daughter Novels & Stories

Kylani and Mykenzie tell us about their kids. “My oldest is Jordyn and she is 13. I have a set of twin boys whose names are Kaycen and Dimitrus who are 10, then there is Paisley who is 9, and then this little one here. He was kinda a surprise.” Kylani says. “My oldest is Xaydyn who is also 13, then there is Felicity who is 9. My youngest is Jocelyn who is 9 months. Reece should be here with her anytime now.” Mykenzie says.

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

my daughter smiled at her, and Tiffanye told her it was nice to meet her Dynasty immediately hug her, and Tiffanye hug back. That when the door opened from the back, Giuliano came out, when he spotted Tiffanye he informs her about Journee, they went into the back. It seems like it had been hours, but soon Tiffanye came out, and every one approaches her. Our mom was the first to ask about Journee. Tiffanye told all of us that Journee was doing good, a few minutes later Giuliano came out with the baby. We all gather around to see the baby; it was a girl when Giuliano introduce his daughter Rebel to us.

She’s the youngest of the three- fifteen years old and as sassy as they come. “Supposedly,” Juliet scoffs, rolling her eyes. She’s the oldest at nineteen, and the most trouble for me. All of my sisters are pretty blondes, but she’s the prettiest- guys are constantly after her. I’ve made sure that the males in our pack know they shouldn’t try to pursue her unless they have a death wish. “She’s Anders’ daughter,” Dad says to mom, and her mouth forms an ‘o’ in recognition. “Glad you could join us, Quinn,” Mom says warmly. “Now c’mon, everybody sit down, let’s eat!” She waves us over, oven mitts in hand. “Jade, can you grab another plate for Quinn?”

I teased. “Are these your kids?” Jonathan asked in surprise, his eyes darting over my three girls. “Yes,” I answered with a proud smile. I pointed to my baby. “This is my youngest, Sierra. Saoirse is my five-year-old. And my oldest Sienna,” I said motioning towards my fifteen-year-old. “Hello,” all three greeted in unison, their eyes curiously on Kai. “I didn’t know you had children,” Jacqueline snickered. “You don’t seem the kid type.”

Instead, they discuss what was waiting for them at home. Yori can’t wait to see her daughter, who was only three and adorably proud of her mother for being a ‘fashion icon’. Their nightly FaceTime calls have made the little girl a familiar face to all of them, and when she was home, she was to miss the bedtime songs in Japanese that Yori sings to put her to sleep. Katarina says she was going home to visit friends and family. Molly isn’t sure

Yanna said, making Talia to feel surprise. "You have a daughter?" she asked, feeling excited. "Ah, yeah. I have. She is eight years old." "That means you got pregnant at your 17th?" Yanna smiled. "Yes. That was also the reason why I stopped studying. To take care of my daughter and find job." Talia smiled. "You should bring her here so she and Liah can play together." Yanna replied awkwardly, "I can not just let her in in your unit. And besides, she is socially awkward. She does not have a friend."

“So, Paige…marriage? Don’t you have a kid?” “Ryker!” “What? I’m just asking, man. I didn’t offend you, did I?” “No. And yes, I do have a 10 year old daughter—.” “Her name’s Gwen and you guys would love her. She’s so cool and talks and thinks like a 40 year old. And because she’s like this genius, she’s in 8th grade even though she’s 10. I mean isn’t that amazing?”

Tasha reached out and grabbed the front of my uniform and I did not move and I did not flinch and I looked straight at her face and kept my voice very calm. "Let go of my uniform," I said. "Or what?" "Or I am going to tell you something and after I tell you it you are never going to touch me again." She laughed but she did not let go. "Tell me what? Some story about how powerful you are outside of here? I do not care about outside of here." "I know you do not care about outside. But you care about your daughter." The laugh stopped. "What did you say?" "Your daughter. She is seven years old. She goes to Jefferson Elementary on Monroe Street and she takes the bus home every day at three fiftee

Taylor was very surprised by his daughter, he thought she would be disobedient and normal like every other day, but today she looks so different, like growing up overnight. But they all didn't know that the Violet in front of them was not their little eighteen-year-old daughter who could only raise her hand for money all day, only knowing how to coax them, but Violet from the future, her real age was twenty years old. This matter Violet will not tell anyone.