Blake Shelton's Daughter On The Voice の小説・ストーリー

It was her youngest daughter, and the mother of Eshal Brookes. "What are you doing? Don't you see I'm busy! " He rages as he watches his daughter laugh as she pulls his cigarette and lights it with her fancy lighter. "I just want to talk to my beloved father." She sarcastically replied as she took a sip from her cigarette. "Plus I notice my beloving daughter is also a victim of the stupid show. I am rooting for her. " "And you're hoping she will win? I told you already, I will not stop this investigation until I bring my granddaughter, you useless bitch. "

“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.

"I assume you are the daughter of Alpha Thorne. He is looking for you. I have seen your pack members a mile ago. They will soon reach to you. Don't worry." After whispering a few comforting words to her, I turned to leave. However, before I could sit inside my car, a cold ruthless voice sounded from behind. "Alex Salvador! You shameless piece of filth!" My brain went numb. My nails almost scratched my car's door growing up in rage. "Alpha Thorne? What is this?" "Don't you play dumb with me!" he lunged forward, his hands almost grabbing my collar. "My daughter is only nineteen! How could you lay a hand on her? You animal!"

“That’s why I came by.” We catch up for a minute, then the guy from the elevator approaches. “Where do you want the backup speakers, Sharon?” “Behind the blinds, thanks.” She turns to me. “Shane, this is my daughter, Elena. Elena, Shane Morales, our sound engineer.” Shane smiles. “Elena Carson in the flesh? You’re even prettier than your mom described.” I blink, surprised. “She talks about me?” “All the time,” he says. “She’s really proud.”

Blake suddenly told me the truth, which was so cruel. I was completely stunned. I watched him standing up in front of me. He couldn't restrain his emotions. His fierce, hateful look froze me. "What are you talking about? I am the daughter of your enemy? Blake, is this some sick joke? How can I be..." "I am not joking. Actually, not long ago, I had your DNA checked with Halsey's. You are indeed his daughter. When I hate someone, I won't make any mistakes, regardless of the relationship." Blake laughed sarcastically.

I turned my head on purpose and revealed the faint reddish birthmark behind my ear. Luck was on my side. Mrs. Blake, wife of the richest man in the country, happened to see the red mark. Her hands shook as she took slow steps toward me. The moment her fingers brushed the mark, her eyes widened with disbelief and overwhelming joy. "My… My daughter!" As soon as she uttered those words, every guest attending the Donovan family's banquet erupted in shock. No one had expected that the daughter Mr. Blake and Mrs. Blake were searching for in Ashbourne was none other than the woman who had been viciously attacked online recently—Tessa Carter.

I hear Blake laughing. “Just do it properly,” Chase growls at me and snatches the phone. He holds it up. “We have your daughter, and I won’t waste a second hesitating to cut her apart,” his words are vicious. “Tell him, princess.” “Help me, Daddy, oh no, help me,” I mock, and he glares.

Silence. Nevertheless, he was paying attention. I took a trembling breath, allowing my voice to falter just enough. “Royce… I have a daughter. Ariana is her name. She’s only six months old.” He clenched his jaw. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Please,” I muttered. “I just… I have no idea if she’s alright. If she’s crying right now. If she’s hungry… if she’s…” My voice cracked, and this time it wasn’t a performance.

He said coldly, “I don’t have any daughter named Kehlani.” “What?!” I shouted, panic lacing my voice, “Dad, it’s me! Kehlani! Your eldest daughter!” The man holding the phone frowned and turned on the speaker, allowing my voice to echo into the call, “She’s right here, Mr. Silver. Are you sure you don’t recognize her?” “I’m certain.” My father said, his voice sharper now, “I don’t have a daughter by that name. You must have the wrong number.”

Good. She was Thorne Beta's daughter. She was inside the pack structure I understood. She was not the complicated impossible infuriating situation that Blake Silver had been since before I had vocabulary for what he was to me. She was a straightforward option in a landscape that had stopped being straightforward approximately the moment Blake walked out of my room in my t-shirt. If Blake could stand in the arena and exchange looks with Aaran Bloodmoon and have Rolf Darkfang say whatever he had said that had landed on Blake's face the way it had landed then Blake did not get to have opinions about dinner.