Brock Lesnar And Daughter Novels & Stories

Her voice was firm, full of hatred. Narsha held her breath, watching her daughter spew harsh words without once mentioning Ethan and Charlene's names, as if their names were too dirty to say. The problem was that Chelsea was following suit. Immediately, Narsha hugged her two little girls, pulling them into her embrace so they wouldn't get even more fired up. “Enough talking about those devils, okay? Mommy thinks it's better if we focus on fun things.” She kissed Chelsea's forehead, then planted a soft kiss on Cherish's cheek, hoping to calm them down.

I said as we swirled around the floor. I kept peering out of the corner of my eyes at my mate and Lola. Lola looked great beside him; which only fueled my anger even more. She was smiling brightly at him as she spoke, my heart sinking when he spoke back. “Ah.. you seem of high rank. Are you the betas daughter?” My partner asked. “I’m Alpha Brock’s daughter.” I said as I looked back at him. His eyes widened with surprise. Clearly he hadn’t anticipated that. He spun me around once before pulling me back against him.

"I have a son. His name is Max!" As the news sank in, a choking silence filled the air as his family stared at him blankly, waiting for his reaction. And then almost immediately, they burst into laughter. "You have a what now?" Lana said between giggles. "I think it's happening," Lewis remarked, nodding. "I think his finally losing it to overwork and stress. I expected this but I assumed it would happen later than sooner." Angela blinked, stroking her son's back. "Brad, honey, what you have is a daughter. Her name is Nora," she spoke to him gently as if he was mentally unstable and she was trying to bring him back to his senses.

“Don’t tell me you forgot to dance with your father?” Dad sighed and made himself look pathetic. I didn’t want to make it this way. It just that there were so many things that happened before this and I was still in the frenzy state of believing whether I am in the reality world or not. “You will give me a chance to dance with you, right my dearest daughter?” Even thought my feet hurts, it will be unfair for my father not to have the chance to dance with me after I danced with two men. After all, today is my birthday and the night he announced me to the world as Nadia Wyatt.

I replied, staring at the sweat dripping down Blake's face and how tightly her tender fingers had grabbed onto my sheets. After looking at Blake for a moment, Jason glared back at me and asked with a frown, “Who is she?” "Well…" "Nero, who is she!" For a moment, I kept silent, knowing that he wasn't going to like my next words. Then I faced him and said, "Loki Hayes's daughter!" "Nero, please tell me you didn't just bring home the alpha of the Dark moonlight pack into your home!" Jason firmly uttered, looking at me in disbelief.

"Dad, we aren't just responsible for her. Sabrina is married." "Stop it." He said as he dismissed everyone and they proceeded to the private room. "You have to compose yourself. No one can know that you are alive." Anastasia stopped and looked at her father with broken eyes. "When did you become this heartless? She's your granddaughter! She's my daughter! She has a life outside but she lived her youth practicing and planning a crime for you!" She holds her chest and turns to her daughter with bandages on her head and neck brace. There are apparatus connected to her and it breaks her heart seeing her daughter in that condition.

Wren fucking Anderson. The daughter of the same bastard who tore my family apart years ago. Richard Anderson. He called himself an acquisition manager but all he was was a greedy and sleazy bastard. Gutted my father’s business, dragged our name through the mud. His crimes were so great that my father didn’t make it out alive. And here is his daughter. His precious, sheltered little girl, fast asleep in my bed. It’s like the universe placed her right in my grip like a sort of fucked up gift.

Very rarely did she ever miss. With either bullets and knives. As if those two facts didn’t make the seventeen-year-old scary enough, she would spar with Taz, the resident MMA fighter and her trainer, Kevin. And she was Trigg’s daughter. There was no way that Chance was pissing off his president’s baby girl.

“She no longer lives with us—“ “Does that mean that you no longer consider her to be your daughter?” This was the million dollar question, and I knew that it struck a nerve, because not only did Beta Luke clenched his hands into fists, but he took a step towards me that bordered on being threatening. I could not help but smirk, feeling rather amused by what was going on. I might have been wrong to judge him as fast as I had. He might have been able to defend his honour after all. “Now, now, now. There’s no need to get upset.”

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.