Blake Shelton's Daughter Novels & Stories

I had to see Cece. I couldn’t believe the last words we exchanged had been about Italy, about postponing our marriage license. … It turned out being her boyfriend wasn’t enough to grant me access to the morgue. The hospital guards insisted I wait for the Thornwood. So I waited. Half an hour later, Don arrived. He was carrying Isabella in his arms. She hadn’t stopped crying. Sebastian looked pale, shaken. Eva, strangely, looked composed, too composed. “Adam…” Isabella cried the moment she saw me. “Where did they take my daughter? Where is she?”

She said proudly, eyes growing sad. "That's cool," I said, and she beamed. The girl nodded before speaking up again. "You kept saying Casey while you were sleeping. Who is Casey?" She asked innocently. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Casey's name and I suddenly felt so sad that she wasn't here with me. "She's my daughter" The girl gasped. "But you look so young to have a daughter!" I chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'm pretty young" "Can I meet her?" She asked looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I was about to speak when the door opened to reveal Mrs John and Andrea behind her.

Cold voice came from his thin lips. As soon as the people around saw both of them, they realized that the child bore a 60 percent resemblance to Mark. When he looked up, he glanced at the reporters with slightly narrowed eyes and spoke in deep cold voice, "Since so many friends from the press are here, I would like to make an announcement. Charlotte Hart is my biological daughter. I will transfer 15 percent of my shares in Valentine Group to her when she turned 15. It will take effect once she reaches adulthood."

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

she screamed once again, slamming the table and sitting down while catching her breath. Aside from knowing that she is Astell’s daughter, Sherly know that there’s still one problem to solve. Speaking of the problem, a girl barged inside her room. “Mom!” Madell shouted. Sherly shut her eyes and took another deep breath. She could feel the throbbing at the back of her neck. “Is it true?! That b*tch is really Mr. Astell’s daughter?! It can’t be, right?! That’s a fluke!” “We’re still not sure. Calm down,” Sherly tried to calm her daughter but the mad Madell continued.

She bolted toward him. Blake reacted instinctively, stepping forward and raising a hand to block her. Layla, however, was too euphoric to notice. “Zac, it’s really you?” she gushed. “I’m Layla, daughter of the Brook Group. You’ve heard of us, right? I’m your biggest fan. I love you, Zac! That worthless coffee girl spilled water on your photo, so I slapped her!” She smiled brightly, undeterred by Zac’s lack of expression. She reached for him, but Blake stepped in.

“Blake’s daughter, Skye… you’ll meet her at Solstice. She might be in the market for something like this, as well. She’s very girly, so something pretty. A necklace or a bracelet–” “A charm bracelet?” “Perhaps. I’m sure she’ll tell you exactly what she likes.” He leans on the counter to continue watching me work. “And Fallon… she’s Maeve’s daughter. She’s only one and hasn’t burned any houses down yet, but that’ll come in time.”

Blake suddenly told me the truth, which was so cruel. I was completely stunned. I watched him standing up in front of me. He couldn't restrain his emotions. His fierce, hateful look froze me. "What are you talking about? I am the daughter of your enemy? Blake, is this some sick joke? How can I be..." "I am not joking. Actually, not long ago, I had your DNA checked with Halsey's. You are indeed his daughter. When I hate someone, I won't make any mistakes, regardless of the relationship." Blake laughed sarcastically.

She shook away the sedative in Braylon's hand with one hand and grabbed Braylon's arm with the other, her nails sinking deep into his skin. Blood dripped down his skin, but Braylon hugged Summer tightly as if he were unaware of the pain. "Is Cat Alicia? Answer me..." Her eyes narrowed to a slit as she repeated her words stubbornly. Tears flowed out of her red eyes as if she were bleeding. The more silent Braylon was, the more upset Summer became. Finally, to calm her down, Braylon had to tell the truth. "Yes. What I said on TV is true. She is our daughter. "

I turned around and raise my brows at him, "Yes?" "Why do you need The Deadly?" He asked making me smirk at my wife. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, trembling. "D-don-t" "I won't hurt her, darling. She's my daughter, after all." I smirked. She fell on her knees and started crying. How pathetic. "You have a daughter?" Blake asked to which I nod. "I had no idea that I had one until she told me." I glanced at my wife who was crying her eyes out.