Cowell's Daughter

Cowell's Daughter

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THE ORIGINAL STORY IS ON MY OLD ACCOUNT (PaintMyLife). I decided to restart/rewrite this story so eventually it will be here. (old description below with name change... not sure if I like it though) Thalia Rose Cowell, yes you may know her dad Simon Cowell. Also known as Uncle Si to the biggest boy band in the world. Why hasn't anyone heard that Simon Cowell has a daughter? Well, because she is his little princess. She'll be turning eighteen very soon and she still doesn't have much of a social life. She is more private then most people. She is home-schooled and she wish she could have a regular life, but no she can't. Maybe one day she will become independent... Thalia's problem is she wants to be something can't. She wants to have freedom and be an normal teenager. [ONGOING SERIES]
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