Ti Youngest Daughter Novels & Stories

Zayn said as Four begin "Me and my parents were a happy family until i was a teenager. one day there was a knock on the our houses door and i opened it only to see a person identical to my Father holding a baby girl in his arms. After sometime i came to know that he was fathers twin brother. he was in a miserable condition and was on the edge to die. Before dying her handed the only thing he to us. His daughter. "This is my daughter jele.....No Gigi" He said and handed her to me. I took her and saw her looking at me with her charming blue eyes smiling immediately melting my heart. He warned us about Yolanda and what her behaviour for which i instantly gave her the Oscar for being a bitch.

**A Daughter’s Secret** The morning sunlight spilled into Isabelle and Andrew’s home, casting a warm glow over their tranquil surroundings. Yet, Isabelle couldn’t shake the growing unease that had settled in her heart. Her daughter, Liliana, was changing in ways that defied explanation. At just three months old, she appeared closer to a three-year-old, her body developing far beyond normal growth patterns.

He replied. He had a big smile on his face, as I smiled at him, I wanted to slap my mum so much right now as I laughed at my Uncle, “Oh, cool.” I replied as to how else do you reply to that? He turned around as three girls walked up towards us, “This is my eldest daughter Amanda she is seventeen turning eighteen this year.” A girl taller than me with very long straight dark brown hair looks a little like me too, brown eyes and tanned skin. She has a big grin on her face too. “Hi Tasmine, cannot wait to catch up.” She said kindly.

she advised me, and unlike her brother, my daughter really was restless, trying to escape the prison of the fabric that enveloped her. “A girl…” I swallowed hard, that little face enough to shatter any control I still had “Look at her. She’s perfect, just like you…” my voice trembled, tears streaming down my cheeks “Our daughter…” “Kaia.” Holly smiled weakly, reaching out to hold our child “There you are.” She laughed and cried at the same time, hugging our youngest to her chest “We love you so much… You both…” She looked up to see me holding our son again, asleep despite the loud noises his sister was making.

They had sold out their own daughter without a single shred of hesitation. I tip the envelope over, and a stack of old, physical photographs spill onto my lap. I flip through them lazily. Jade as a toddler. Jade on her first day of kindergarten school. She had always carried that same quiet, annoying innocence in her eyes. I keep shifting through the stack until I reach a faded, slightly bent photograph. According to the date scribbled on the back in messy ink, she was nine years old in this one.

I was actually happy. “You have a pretty daughter.” Nompilo told Tinyeleti who took all the credits like she's the one raising her. “I mean she took after me. Her dad? Not so much.” She was feeding her while she was eating. Gracie is three years old and she can feed herself just not when her mother is available.

she said and finally, she let go of my mom's hand. My mom smiled. "Yes, this over here," she gestured first to my little sister. Of course, she would introduce the better one, "is my youngest daughter, Caroline, and this over here," she said while patting my arm,"is my eldest daughter, Charlotte." "Such beautiful girls," Catherine said with a you-look-so-cute-I-could-pinch-your-cheeks face. "Hello Caroline and Charlotte." "Say hi girls," my mom ordered. "Hi," I said quietly. God, when will this be over?

“You’re twenty-four years old. That’s the right age to marry. Even if you don’t want to marry yet, you can find a nice man to date. I mean, you’ve never been in love before. Sigh, will I ever see you find a man? “Why did your dad make you learn self-defense from a young age? No child dared to mess with you since kindergarten. You never lost a fight.” Zoey wanted to roll her eyes, just thinking about the past. After giving birth to two sons, Zoey was finally blessed with a daughter. She could not wait to dress her up like a princess. As Zoey wished, Quinn turned out beautiful. She was the most adorable thing. Quinn was such a lovable child.

Hilarious. Andrew got us a ride while I got ready. I didn’t have to do anything for my daughter, she had already gotten herself dressed, made herself a simple but nutritious breakfast, and had everything she needed for school in her backpack . It was a little sad how self-sufficient she was but at least one of us had our acts together. It was kind of inspiring, my eight-year-old was my role model… haha. During the car ride there I felt horrible and Aaliyah didn’t help by asking, “Are you my Mommy’s new boyfriend??”

“Oh! I remember. See you tomorrow.” “Fair trip, mom.” Cindy wished “Thank you. Good night.” “Good night, mom.” Cut “Lovely children,” Tony commended. “Thank you.” “Cindy is the oldest, I guess.” Susan looked at him and was happy that he captured her daughter’s name. “Yes, she is.” “How old is she?” “She is fifteen.” “Wow! And Camila, how old is she?”