Yelawolf Daughter Novels & Stories

He winked. “Exactly!” Uncle Jax, dad’s beta was sitting on a stool by the island next to his mate who had been a neighbouring Alpha’s daughter. She was short for a wolf and stocky, her belly swollen with their third child. The first two boys were wrestling each other on the couch over a video game. They were 14 and 13. Her parents, who were also beaming proudly came over to embrace her next. Alys’s eyes were welling up with tears.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

The noise of Yale playing with the shotgun was loud and clear in the quiet room. Yelena curled up in the corner of the wall instinctively. She was shaking. “Hah, he’s not Marcus. He’s the Hamertons’ third son, Zephyr.” Yale scoffed. “Baby, you’re meeting all of the bigshots today!” She looked at him in fear. He squatted before her, pinching her chin with two fingers. “That brat sure is fast to change. He’s giving his wife away just like that? “Or…” Yale suddenly came to his senses. “You’re not actually his wife?”

I hadn’t done that in a while. “We’ll be there in twenty. Yvette’s bringing a friend. 😉" I groaned. Yvette was his girlfriend, and it seemed like the two of them had conspired in trying to find me a woman. And not only for a hookup. They were literally planning my wedding and kids, too.

She said and pinched my cheeks. If this is the way that she'll see me as her child, I can go with it. As long as I get this treatment from her. "Thank you, Mommy." I said and made my smile wider. * * * "Alyia Lyra Vega. Your dad's daughter with her first family. She's still alive? What the hell?" Mommy said as she scrolls up and down on her phone. "Mommy, I found out that she's a celebrity. A businesswoman. A model." I replied as I read the article of her.

“It’s too late.” The man had smiled then, a sad, knowing look. “I have a daughter,” he said, voice thick and low. “Fifteen. Her name’s Nova Camille Lawson. Black curls like her mama’s. Eyes too wide, always full of questions. Reads too much. Loves poetry, even when she pretends not to. Smart—scary smart. If you ever meet her… don’t hurt her. Protect her. Please.”

But I knew better. “We heard you captured both of the Saul brats?” Elise took my hand and led me to the couch. “Where is the hunter, the old man?” I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her cheek. “They haven’t found him yet. But I have his eldest daughter and his son.” I looked at each one with a stern warning in my tone. “Stay away from them. And that’s an order, not a request, my lovelies.” I knew how curious my girls were.

She`s really just like him. Yelena is only four years old but the way she think and speak is matured. My mama told me that maybe because she have a parents who`s intelligent. Well, I don`t know if that`s true I just hope for my daughter`s a happy and normal life. A peaceful one.

Now she was the CEO everyone had been whispering about. She was the name behind the empire that had been the talk of the city. She had built something massive—and he hadn’t even seen it coming. Delilah closed her eyes for a brief second. She wasn’t shocked, she’d suspected it. Jaycey. The name had been a clue all along. Jay for Thalia’s son, and Cey for Tracey, her daughter. She sighed quietly. “She deserves it,” she whispered under her breath. Yulia’s face, on the other hand, went pale, her perfectly painted lips parted, but no words came out, her heart thudded painfully in her chest.

"Y ... you promised to take care of this child, right?" "If it's my daughter, and my wife wants to be fine." this is just an alibi answer. That's not my daughter! I emphasize once again, not MY DAUGHTER! "Don't forget, her name is Skye. Skye Nerve. And you add your last name." Her name is beautiful. Kelsea. Yes, my baby's name is pretty too. Kelsea Ballerini Willson. Name, given by Rara. What, this kid also has Willson? I 100% refuse. Because this is not my daughter, I'm sure 1000 per cent.