Blake Shelton's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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

“I meant my wedding vows. I’m not just giving up on him.” She keeps scrolling, fingers dancing. “And… ooooh,” she breathes. “Here we go. James Hale seen alone at the Hale Foundation Gala. ‘Where’s Savannah?’ says the headline. Ohhh and next headline: ‘Savannah Blake Breaks Off Engagement, Flees to Europe with Bad Boy Rocker Damon Cross.’” I stare at the screen. “Damon Cross? Who’s he?” “You don’t know Damon Cross? Do you live under a rock?” “I listen to country music and bake desserts for a living.”

After a few years…. "Mom! Mom!" Victoria heard loud shouting from upstairs, and she was about to go and check what was going on when her 6 years old daughter came running to her with tear-brimming eyes. "Azrael? What happened to you, sweetheart? Who painted your face like this?" Victoria asked her 5 years old daughter that she had with Alexander, her eyes creased in confusion. "Wuwuw… It's brother Blake, mom. He and brother Jackson did this to me!" Azrael cried, making Victoria look at the boys in annoyance as she lifted her daughter in her arms.

mom complains as she hold onto my other hand. I look at her wondering whether I should speak through the oxygen mask or not and Blake responds to her. "I'm responsible and the bill will be taken care of, don't you worry about your daughter, she is in safe hands," Blake assures my parents. My mum sighs in relief and dad stares at Blake. "Dawson... Hmm... Blake Dawson. Wait a minute, you're the son of that famous tycoon right? Max Dawson and the wife Reyna Dawson," he points out.

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 really your daughter? I thought she was missing… 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 I couldn't 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.

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?"