Novel & Cerita Blake Shelton's Daughter

I can't even spear a day for him. Ouch! Such a pervert guy. I stood up from the stairs Case, picked up my bag and left for my room. I have received enough headache and pain. I fall flat on the bed with my head facing the white ceil... this is not the kind of life I planned for myself and that of my family. When dad left us,I promise to make mom proud and become a model but here am I,a hopeless daughter in-law of a wealthy family. Goodness! "Sister Romina"I heard my kid sister voice from the door,I hurry and clean up the tears that has gathered in my eyes.

This was not the time. “Blake, your daughter wants to see her king grandfather,” Vera said seriously. Blake’s heart skipped hard enough that he forgot how to breathe for a second. Daughter. He was having a daughter. His child was a girl. His face changed before he could hide it. “Vera, how are you?” he asked, not even pretending he was not trying to keep her on the call. “Blake, either show me a picture or I am hanging up. I need a picture from today,” Vera said.

Hearing the commotion from the basement, Blake rushed over with Victoria. The moment he saw me held in another man's arms like something precious, fury surged through him. "Helena! You dare fool around with another man behind my back?!" He lunged forward, trying to snatch me. It was then that my father raised his head, and his sharp gaze locked onto Blake like a hawk. With just one look, the enraged Blake went cold all over and stepped back. "From the day she was born, no one has ever hurt my daughter without paying the price."

, she said, shaking my hand. Rachel blake, that's it... what a small world. So Blake only child is all grown up now and looking like a bag of pumpkins. We hardly get to see his daughter, the last time I did, she was 11yrs old. From what I know, Rachel was born to a black mother.

“Are you sure?” Blake finally asked wide-eyed. “I’m sure. The firstborn, General Travis Shuler’s daughter, he’s been working out of the Pentagon.” “Dam!” Blake said as his fist hit the chair arm and almost broke it. “Careful, these chairs are antique. What’s the matter?” Robert asked as he looked at Blake’s flustered face.

Billina may not be the birth mother id Bridgette but she's raising her, giving her every facility she can. This is her daughter. She belongs to her... and Ashton now. The parents have decided to not tell their daughter about her dead parents and all the things happened to her in the past. They have accepted her fully and not to forget it was Bridgette who made them a couple... because of her she and Ashton are now together. Wait! What? What the fuck is she thinking? "Drive fast..." she said to him and he is the unaware one, staring at the road, thinking of what might be running in this tiny brain of hers.

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." At the sound of this long-missed voice, a torrent of tears broke from Blake. She rushed forward, her arms enveloping the woman before her in a desperate embrace. "Mom!" she cried. Hannah Sutton, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, held her daughter close. Years had passed since they last saw each other. "Why the tears, Blake? I'm here now, aren't I? Let me look at you," she whispered, a tremble in her voice.

“Oh, absolutely! Not only am I getting an earful about this shocking footage of Caleb Johnson assaulting his ex-wife, but to top it off, people are furious that you can clearly see Bailee’s daughter, Brinley Evans, in her car seat in the back of the video. This two-year-old just had to watch a man, the man who raised her for the first two years of her life, putting his hands on her mother.” “I can’t imagine how traumatizing that must have been for her. Take a look for yourself.” The other reporter said before the screen cut to the video I had taken off Ben’s security system. “Bailee,” my dad said, and I knew he could hear the television in the background.

He walked toward me and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me to his chest “therefore, either you choose to act as parents and come visit her in HER house rather than come threaten her at the company, or get out of her life completely. The choice is yours of course, you just have to make it carefully” “You brought your husband to stand up to us?” Dad asked and Blake let out a mocking laugh. “Is that wrong? You gave up on your daughter without a proper wedding, nor did you bother calling or visiting her once. Hell, you didn’t even say goodbye to her as you sent her with my lawyer rather than coming to see where she would live yourself, you know, as a real father would have done” Blake sa