Blake Shelton's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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 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 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.

Callum started. "Bloodmoon will be in Silverstone's dept, Callum," I interrupted. Callum sighed then turned to the young woman who stood quietly by the window. He reached out for her and guided her to where Anderson and I stood. "This is Elaine, my youngest and only daughter. I've kept her from the world hoping to keep her safe but she just turned eighteen two days ago and I fear that the time to give her away is closer than I think–" He began. "You might have forgotten but Alpha Bladen is married," Anderson interrupted.

I'd seen it at my father's funeral, at charity galas, at every moment when Victoria needed the world to see her as untouchable. "Thank you all for coming." Her voice was steady, refined. "I'm here today to address the recent events involving my daughter, Layla Brooks, and my stepdaughter, Violet Carter." Stepdaughter. The word felt like a weapon. "The past few weeks have been incredibly difficult for our family," Victoria continued. "Watching my daughter's name dragged through the media, watching her relationship with her stepsister destroyed, has been heartbreaking." "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Harper muttered.

Phillipa asked with concern, breaking Roxanne out of her thoughts. Roxanne exhaled. “I apologize to you in advanced, but I have to ask this.” She leaned across the table to her tea companion. “Did Blake kill his father? Yes or no.” The woman looked her dead in the eyes. “No,” Phillipa answered quickly. “You understand I had to ask. My daughter is precious to me. And I don’t want –” “I guarantee you, Blake would cut off his arm before he hurt Lacey or let anyone else harm her. She will be as safe with Blake as she would be with her own father.”

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.

Her daughter, Lylah, loved poetry and organized a poetry event for her ten thousand followers to attend, selling tickets only to adults. Shelby nodded. “She will be glad to have you there.” After all, Alice was the closest person Lylah had to an aunt. Her poor eighteen-year-old daughter was so heartbroken about her uncle’s tragic death and the fact that the older sister (Luna) she looked up to is now termed a villain. “I read a few poems your daughter wrote, and I must say—they are amazing,” Mrs. Stevenson commented before pushing her mahjong tile. “It’s so sad she chose it as a career, though. I mean… who does poetry for a living?” Mrs. White laughed, then cleared her throat when Alice glar