Blake Shelton's Daughter Novelas e Histórias

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

“I will not stop until she’s completely mine, mother. I love her so much. So leave this to me. I’ll bring Blakely home. Just give me some time. I just need to make sure that she will not be endangered once I show myself to her.” I left the mansion after that. I was already in my car when I received a message from my assistant that Blakely was seen in a park with her friends and with her daughter. I want to see her, even from the distance, so I didn’t go back to the office. I went to the park instead and sat on a bench, watching Blakely’s daughter. She was playing with Rachel and Hershey, and her laughter was like music to my ears. Me too. I want to make her laugh like that. I wonder how swee

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.

Drake: Your Majesties… is there a problem with my daughter being your son's soulmate? Charles: Alpha Drake? Is this young woman truly your daughter? I thought she had disappeared… Drake: Yes, she was kidnapped when she was two years old. Her poor mother died of grief. For sixteen years, I searched everywhere for her, but it was impossible to find her. Her kidnapper had imprisoned her.

The comments section exploded with praise. *"Who is this girl? She's incredible!"* *"That's Elena Storm. Her mom is Nova Black."* *"Nova Black had a daughter? I had no idea!"* And then, inevitably: *"Isn't her mom the one married to that guy who went to prison? The reformed one with the foundation?"* Our privacy, carefully guarded for thirteen years, shattered in a weekend. By Monday, reporters were calling. Tuesday, a talent scout from a major label reached out. Wednesday, Darren's foundation issued a press release praising Elena's gift and offering her a full scholarship to their youth academy.

Swirling around in her direction, I said, “Wesley has found his daughter.” “Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea you went to have dinner with him.” She sang like a canary. “Guess who his daughter is?” I left my gaze on her as I wanted to see her reaction to the news I was about to break to her. “I have no idea.” She mouthed, leaning forward. “Novah Ledger, the surrogate…” Covering her mouth and with widened eyes, she staggered backwards. “Turns out Thorne was the one who found her.” I smirked, cranking my head to the side.

dad gestured to me, “Blaze Williams. He’s a pain in the ass but he’s never embarrassed me this bad before.” He was smiling but when he turned back to me, his grim expression was back. “Blaze this is Caroline Morales, my fiance and this is her daughter, Sabrina Morales.” “You…” I coughed and cleared my throat. Shame was wrapping her hands around me. I had never wanted to disappear so bad. “You didn't tell me about her daughter,” I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “How would I tell you if you never answer your damn phone?” Dad scolded me.

he explained as I gave his phone back with my number in it. When he got in the driver's seat I waved to my daughter and watched him pull off. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my weird smile. Then, I walked into Tillie’s unit and she was waiting for me on the couch. “So what’s up?” I asked. “Brooklyn was killed last night.” Oh shit.

Seeing this, the master of the Reid Family became anxious and couldn't help but want to stop Shelton, only to think that with his identity, it wasn't appropriate for him to do so. He had no choice but to say, "I have a daughter who is dead." Shelton didn't speak or respond. He just covered the lids of the two boxes, piled them up, and put them away. As the master of the Reid Family saw that Shelton did mean to take the gifts back, his eyes turned red. He could only continue, "Yes. Alas, I have a daughter. But now she is crazy and is living in a mental hospital." Shelton asked, "Where exactly is the mental hospital?"

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,