Novel & Cerita Blake Shelton's Daughter On The Voice

I looked away, “The son I birthed, raised, and loved died today. And you, Ethan Thompson, are not my son anymore.” "Adele!" Ryan snapped but just then, another voice sounded. “If he's not your son anymore, can I be your daughter?” The voice was cold, regal, but laced with a child's innocent hope. All heads turned. Standing by the doorway, her hand folded elegantly in front of her was a seven or eight years old girl with a face that was too familiar.

She shook away the sedative in Braylon's hand with one hand and grabbed Braylon's arm with the other, her nails sinking deep into his skin. Blood dripped down his skin, but Braylon hugged Summer tightly as if he were unaware of the pain. "Is Cat Alicia? Answer me..." Her eyes narrowed to a slit as she repeated her words stubbornly. Tears flowed out of her red eyes as if she were bleeding. The more silent Braylon was, the more upset Summer became. Finally, to calm her down, Braylon had to tell the truth. "Yes. What I said on TV is true. She is our daughter. "

She's her Mother's Daughter **Get her pregnant** Seth's POV "Get her pregnant!"He replied and I flinched. "Are you kidding me?" "I mean how on earth will you say such a thing? She's sixteen for fuçk sake, sixteen!" I half yelled.

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.

The brain had went numb. Drew got Casey? Drew got Casey! My daughter! My own daughter! **I hate how everything is turning out. But there's so much more that will turn out worse. Stay glued and drop a comment. ~Jane♥️

I leaned over to Blake and asked, “Who is that woman over there?” I pointed to the stunning woman; her white hair hung in ringlets down her back with a braided crown over the top of her head; she looked gorgeous. Blake chuckled a bit, “That is the birthday girl, herself.” He told me, “That is Nuray Lovette.” My wolf was screaming, mate, but she hadn’t done anything yet. Maybe because of all the different scents in the room. I didn’t realize that I had been staring for too long until Blake asked, “Is everything okay?” I shook myself out of the trance and nodded,

“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.

She asks as the others depart from us to start working as commanded. "I do not know. I just have a lot of mixed emotions right now and don't really know what to do." I bury my face in my hands. "It's alright babes. I think you should pray or talk to your pastor or maybe just do both. We will talk at home, okay?" "Okay." We hug and she leaves after taking one of my cinnamon rolls. Thief. * >Omg I can't believe it! So Blake Parker is really married?!> >My father's friend who happens to be the girl's father told him that his daughter was married to Blake and we all brushed it off! We just lost a huge business opportunity>

Trevino proudly pointed to her daughter who was beside her, "My daughter, Makenzie, just reached the age of 22, she has been developing in the music industry." Makenzie faced Belen and greeted her politely, "Hello, Sister."

“Now.” She stared, too stunned to move. “You— you’re supposed to be in—” “Boston,” he finished for her. “Yeah. Got the call when they flagged your name on a secure channel.” “My name?” she echoed. Cole’s jaw tightened. “Sienna Blake. Daughter of Dr. Vale. They think you’re the key.” Her blood went cold. “To what?” He looked at her then, really looked — and for the first time, she saw the same haunted shadow that lived behind Jax’s eyes. “To whatever the hell they did to my brother.”