Brock Lesnar And Daughter Novels & Stories

He sees his pureblood daughter bruised and bleeding on the floor. The political trap snaps shut around me so fast I can barely process the danger. "Ryder," Evander says, his tone cold and measured. "Care to explain why you just attacked my daughter in our own facility?" I keep my grip on Jaslyn, feeling her pulse racing against my palm. "Your daughter was torturing an unarmed guest," I reply, making sure my words carry to every single elder in the hallway. Sienna scoffs, wiping the blood from her brow with the back of her wrist.

That vision broke me. I shoved my pants and briefs down. I took my hard cock in my hand and stroked. Lexi pinched her nipple. "Yes, Dad. Do it with me. Watch me lick Brooke's shaved pussy." I looked up and our eyes met. "Then you can fuck me while Brooke cums on my face." I imagined watching Lexi, then getting behind her, my cock bumping the other girl's head as I aimed for my daughter's wet pussy.

"But Father, you forgot something." Nelson frowned, his eyes flashing a warning. I pressed the small remote in my hand, and the giant screen behind us abruptly changed. The sentimental music cut off mid note, replaced by rough audio and grainy video. Nelson's cold voice rang out, clear as day, recorded on the day of the kidnapping. "I'll keep the money for charity and image laundering. What's one dead daughter? Saves me from having to split the inheritance if she came back, and it even helps build my public persona."

The press conference was scheduled for ten in the morning, and I found out about it the same way everyone else did, scrolling through T*****r at three AM because sleep was a joke. Victoria Brooks to make statement regarding daughter's involvement in Carter scandal. Live at 10am EST. I stared at the announcement until my eyes burned. Daughter. Victoria was claiming Layla publicly now, no more pretending they were distant. No more society games. This was full-on damage control. "You should be sleeping," Liam's voice came from the doorway. He looked rumpled, beautiful, worried.

Allison "Tell them we'll handle any damages privately. No statements." I heard Christopher's voice as he spoke to Charles. When I walked into Christopher's home office, they both looked at me like I should be on a hospital bed and not in the room. "I thought you'd be asleep." Christopher straightened on his seat. "I found out you had a daughter today. I watched you go animalistic and almost kill a man, today. I watched a man die, today. I got arrested, today."

yeah" I responded, Lisa released a sigh of relief just then a notification dropped from my I*******m, I didn't hang up the call I just tapped on the notification to check what it was. My heart dropped when I saw the post on the school's I*******m page, it was a photo of me and.... My father, my father who disappeared years ago, under the photo it was boldly written "disgraced hockey coach who accepted bribery and stole from the teams fund, beside him is his daughter Scarlett Daveson, currently known as Scarlett Winters."

However, I knew better than to ignore it. I nodded at Carter, signaling that I had his back for a second, and answered. “Evander,” came the familiar voice, brisk and businesslike. “Guess what?” “What?” “You know Barry’s son, right? He is a good kid with a good head on his shoulders. Well, he just had a child! A daughter.” I sighed quietly. I already knew how this conversation was going to go. “That’s...nice, I guess?” I said, still holding the bar with one hand while Carter grunted beneath it, struggling.

I replied "oh great then, I just couldn't stay home and watch her memorial, she was a very dear person to me"she says with a sad tone. "wait, you knew her?" Nina asked "yes,my sister is the mother of Arson's daughter,Arya Cooper"she says and my jaw drops. Well we all know Arson's has daughter with his ex girlfriend which Clara decided to adopt since she wasn't strong enough for pregnancy. We also know about the baby in the lap waiting for a carrier, sadly Clara didn't live long enough to see her second daughter.

Lorraine Lebedeva 2 MONTHS LATER "She's certainly improved." I overheard my father whisper to my mother beside him. The corner of my lips curled into a small smile. I grabbed two arnis sticks and tossed one to my father. He caught it and questioned. "Lorraine, are you sure you are ready to fight your father? It wouldn't be too pleasant to see you weep after I beat you." stretching my arms out I gathered all my hair into a ponytail and smirked. "It wouldn't be nice to see you, father weep after your own daughter beats you."

He shoots to his feet in a single, fluid motion, towering over her in a way that makes me forget how to breathe. "You took her away from here." He growls, taking my wrist in his grip. "From me. So what's happening now, Lynexia, that's entirely on you. And yes, she is our daughter." His grip tightens around my wrist with each punch of his word.