Blake Shelton's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

“You’re not going to believe this.” He turned the screen. It was a screenshot from a private industry Slack channel. Anonymous, but verified members. Someone claiming to be Veronica’s former assistant had posted: If you think the leaks are over, wait until you see what she did to her own daughter. The room went still. Damien pushed off the wall. “Daughter?” “She has no daughter,” Celeste said. But her voice faltered. “Does she?” Tasha looked stunned. “No public record. No birth certificate. Nothing on file in any of her bios.”

She began to walk toward me, her arms folded defiantly. “Is there something you want to tell me, Brielle? Because it appears you're carrying quite an attitude.” “And is this your daughter?” a thick, masculine voice echoed from behind. I watched my mother’s hardened expression instantly melt into a bright, practiced smile as she glided over to the man. “Blake, meet my daughter, Brielle.” She beamed, tucking her head against his chest. The name Blake rang a bell, but I still couldn't figure out where I’d seen him. He really did look like someone famous.

Thalia smiled, Jena, being Jena, was always playful even in the most difficult situations. "Hi, I am Sandra, I am happy to meet you. It's been a long time since we have had a female around since this naughty girl left the pack." Her eyes were filled with excitement and genuine happiness at seeing Jena and Thalia. "Who is she?" Thalia asked as Sandra sat on the bed that Thalia was sitting on while Jena was on the other side. "She is beta Blake's daughter," Jena said, Thalia let out a sigh of relief.

Blake sat up, glanced at her and said, "That's what I found. If you don't tell me what you know, we can't find an answer even if we stand on each other's side." Jessica rubbed the edge of her phone, pursed her lips, and lowered her voice. She said, "I... I'm not Su Mingdong's daughter..." Blake had received this news from Robert before. At that time, he was just shocked. But when he heard it from her in person, he really felt her painful struggle and her unspeakable shame.

They held Ella by either of her hands and she turned to Blake in shock. “What is going on Blake? Is this what you have been planning? Where are they taking me?” she asked. “Get her out of my face,” Blake said with disgust. “Blake, give me my daughter,” Ella shouted as they dragged her out. This seemed to trigger Blake and he walked to her and grabbed her hair. “You do not have a daughter, at least not with me. I hope you enjoyed the last few weeks with her because you will never lay eyes on Clara or Jason ever again,” Blake said. Ella blinked back the tears that were blinding her and she began to shout.

"He's right, though. Stay off the bike. We don't want anything to happen to you." We. I'm being raised by everyone and no one. My dad's not with Toren. He's one million percent committed and in love with his wife, my mother , his teen sweetheart. But she's gone now, and my father is a thirty-two-year-old rock star with a seventeen-year-old daughter, trying to act like he's not broken and lost and on the verge of losing the very definition of his shit. But I know better. He's afraid something's going to happen to me too. That I'll be here one moment and gone the next. And I don't blame him for feeling that way at all because I feel it, too.

“No, Jasper. You can't do this.” Before she could know it, the angry dude got into his car and sped off, leaving her there. ★★★★★ Mr Blake was fuming in his house. He sat on the couch as he watched the news release. He could see his daughter on her knees with a popular music artist. They were both kneeling to someone he knew about. That was Ava, the same woman he rejected to be his daughter-in-law. His phone would not stop ringing. All the business people that were linked to that company were cutting ties with him.