Brock Lesnar And Daughter Novels & Stories

Liam stared at him coldly and said, "What a weakling you are, Trent Walker! You almost killed my daughter and stopped her from getting any medical treatment. I almost lost her. You'll pay the price for what you've done!" Trent was lying in a puddle of his blood and was wailing in agony from the excruciating pain of his four limbs. At the sight of Liam, however, he said through gritted teeth, "You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me again! My father will come for me, and you'll regret having ever met me! I know plenty of men who'll enjoy riding your bitch Celena, and I'll peel the flesh off that scum daughter of yours!"

“Breaking news! The youngest billionaire in the world, Darrell Blackwood, has just announced the existence of his one and only biological daughter, naming her as his official heiress in an exclusive interview. The public is in complete chaos wondering who this mystery daughter is and who her mother might be. Reports suggest she’s been living abroad but will be returning to the country at any time soon. Everyone…” The noodle cup slipped from my nerveless fingers and hit the floor with a wet splat. I stared at the television. Daughter? Heiress? Are these people mad? Why would they be spreading fake news about my family?!! How dare they! I scoffed, as I could not believe those good-for-nothing

Even though having such a famous celebrity become an ambassador for her products would truly be the honor of a lifetime, she would not use her daughter as leverage! At the thought of this, Luna let out an exhale and stood up. "I'm sorry, Mr. Howard, but my daughter is the apple of both me and my husband's eye. I'm sorry to say that our relationship, Mr. Howard, is only that of business in nature, and I'll never use my daughter as a bargaining chip for your cooperation." With that, she grabbed hold of Nellie's hand and turned to leave.

She suddenly slammed into the wall uncontrollably. "Ms. Carrey!" One of the maids exclaimed to stop her. At this time, there was a sharp pain in the maid’s wrist, and she was pulled away. Braylon strode over and stretched out his hand in time the moment Carrey's forehead was about to hit the wall. Carrey's head hit Braylon's palm, and he let out a groan. "My daughter... Cat..." Carrey was about to get sick again, biting her lower lip tightly, and blood was about to spill, “Did you say on the live stream that Catelyn is our daughter Alicia?"

I went to turn around and leave only for him to wrap his hand around my wrist, stopping me, his eyes glaring daggers at me as he turned me to look at him “my daughter, is not a girl for you to mess with. And I swear, if you think that you can just get away with it…” I bared my canines, and let out a low growl that had him freezing. His eyes met mine, and removing my wrist from his grip, I turned him around, wrapping his own arm around his neck, choking him, before pushing him away from me. He turned around to face me and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for what he had to do “first, you do not speak to me like that. Second, YOU are to teach yourself how to treat that woman you call your daughter

I understand he’s in pain; I cannot imagine how it feels to almost lose a child. “I’m wandering around with no home, no job, nothing for myself. But it isn’t enough? Aren’t your family satisfied enough? I am nothing; can’t you see? Why would you want my only daughter? She’s all I have left,” he exclaims. Startled, I apologize. “I am sorry… My family is past it.” “Not all.” He shakes his head. “My daughter has a serious concussion because your stepbrother ruthlessly crushed her head against the wall until she bled out. She did nothing. She’s innocent.”

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

No one is forced to live an unhappy life to please others. "She lied to me! She was in a relationship all this time without consulting me. She didn't think about her own daughter when all I do is please her." He confesses, using an angry tone. And I don't know why I do what I'm about to do, but I get close to his face and kiss his forehead. "Don't be a boring brat, you're of age. Your mother waited until now to get out of your father's shackles, try to understand her. She'll be tough enough to deal with that motherfucker and the media, she needs your support and not your scorn.

Literally. The t-shirt saved me. An old, wrinkly Lakers t-shirt that was partially tucked inside the waistband in front, and hid most of her hips and waist. And knowing that the shirt probably belonged to my son poured cold water into my veins. Yet it didn’t help the fact that she wasn’t wearing any bra. Nor did it stop the instant flood of images of me licking and kissing her breasts. It ruined every trace of self-control there was left, and I was horrified by the risk of her seeing what was going on in my pajama’s pants. How could I get turned on like a premature teenager by my daughter-in-law? Or a more honest question...

To everyone else, Clara was a devoted mother who’d sacrificed to raise her daughter alone, and Liam was a responsible father who’d stepped up to take care of his child. And she… she was nothing. Just a girl who’d once been the love of his life, now reduced to standing in the crowd, watching him build a life with someone else. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Liam said, his voice clear and steady, carrying across the crowd. “Thank you all for coming today. I know there have been a lot of questions, a lot of rumors, about my personal life in recent weeks. And I’m here today to set the record straight. As many of you have heard, I recently learned that I have a daughter—Hana Chen. She’s eight years old,