Blake Shelton's Daughter On The Voice Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trevor only takes a milkshake. Trevor and I seemed to be constantly staring at ourselves….with hatred. I never expected to see or have him here or his Dad since he ignored my potential. “Remember you said your daughter, Kehlani, is good at photography?” Richard starts up. So, dad told him about me. “I hope she joined the scholarship program hosted by us.” I gulped. Trevor paused from drinking his milkshake. Giving me this weird eye. “Oh, she didn't. She said she couldn't submit because of the fixed deadline. Isn't that right, baby.” Dad brushed my hands softly.

It fits perfectly in her body. "Mommy." Kelsea's voice is carefree. Her voice is also booming. I think it's great that my daughter can become a singer. Although still four years old, she has even memorized many songs. She's tired of talking to rocks and grasses that don't respond to his scorn. Kelsea is closing in on me. And straight into my lap. "Mommy." It's a louder sound, and it's almost deafening to my ears. "Yes, dear? Why? Bitten by a mosquito?" I asked softly, stroking her fragrant hair. She's so packed.

Even in her throaty gasping, I know her voice. It’s Beta Will’s daughter. Beth.

To the thick, hard bulge straining the fabric. A gasp tore from her throat. All the anger rushed back, hot and sharp. She stared at him, her body shaking. Blake knew he was caught. There was no hiding the head of his cock pressing against the denim. "Selena, I'm sorry, I……" "You're just as bad as your fucking daughter!" she yelled. He winced. "Selena, calm down." "You're getting turned on looking at my nudes?!" Her voice, a raw scream. "Mr. Shelton, I'm just nineteen!"

, 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.

Blake said as he helped the man up. His voice was gruff as his heart was in his throat "Dad this is Blake Northman and the little girl your holding is his youngest Morganna." Mackayla said as she and her mom and sister arrived at his side. I like to meet my dad David, my mom Mari, and my little sister Zarria." She smiled at Blake "Daddy loves kids and hates to see them hurt." David nodded but was also giving the man the once over as Morganna curled into him.

I whispered as I held her tightly. “Mom, Onyx, Salem and I really do like Xavier. We know that he makes you happy. Don’t feel like you can’t move on from dad. We want you to have love in your life, too,” Shiloh said and left my room. I was glad I was not putting on mascara when Shiloh said that. I would have poked myself in the eye. My daughter never brought up her father. Ever. I chewed on my lip and wondered what would have prompted her to.

POV: Nova Nine months later. I stood in the wings of my own venue—not a massive arena, but an intimate theater that held three hundred people. The studio Kai had built me included this performance space. Small. Personal. Mine. My hand rested on my flat stomach, still adjusting to the absence. Three months ago, I'd given birth to a daughter. Elena Storm. Seven pounds, two ounces. Kai's eyes and my stubbornness. She was backstage now with Kai, sleeping in her carrier. Too young to know her mother was about to perform for the first time since the Bluebird Cafe, fourteen months ago.

"Do you think I'll believe you just with your words? "Have you forgotten, Joshua, Luna, that Shelly is Charlotte's daughter too?!"

Thank goodness, I did not spit the tea to both of them. If I am in Joanabe's body, this question would be a piece of cake to answer. If and only if. "I-I," I shudder under my breath. "You are a great singer and know how to play instruments," I wipe my mouth to dry the tea, and my eyes widen. "You sing and play instruments, Joenabell?" I look at Cheryl in surprise. Her face looks like mine. It's speechless. "You don't know, Cheryl? Your daughter can sing. She's a talented girl," mother Alexandra praises my talents that I hide from Cheryl and Kane.