Brock Lesnar And Daughter Novels & Stories

“You called them Dirty J. Divas when me and Titus crashed your burger date with Bray. It kind of stuck with us, so we renamed our fans the Divas.” Conor here. I have a special post today. Y’all keep asking us for a photo of my daughter, and I’m happy to finally introduce her to you. You’re all great and we wanted you to meet her first. So here she is, the littlest Diva, with me and her amazing mama, Chloe. This is my Milka. I swallowed my nerves as he clicked “post.” He turned his face to me and our daughter. “There. Done.” “She’s not a secret anymore,” I whispered, running my fingers through her unruly dark hair.

It felt as though she was intentionally aiming to rupture my eardrums! "Ouchhhh!" A sharp pain shot through my side as her kick landed squarely, leaving me with no choice but to begrudgingly haul myself out of bed to avoid further injury. At such a tender age, Logan had already begun training her in self-defense, and she was proving to be a quick learner. She possessed a strength and resilience far beyond her years and gender, setting her apart from other girls her age. My daughter was undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. While she may exhibit the same level of sophistication and occasional harshness as Lara, my wife, she also possessed a sweetness, caring nature, and lovable demeanor th

"Sir we found out that she's now working for the WWE as a wrestler. They couldn't overlook her skills and capabilities." He grinned. "She's just like me. Strong, fearless, undefeatable, driven and she's meant to be feared." "But sir, she just newly signed in and she has taken down Muffin already. Leo said her skills are unmatchable. They said once she's finally settled in, they're going to use her for death match touring...." "No organization will use my daughter for any death match!" He declared in fury. "Unless they want their organization burnt to the ground!"

“Briella told you.” “She did,” I admitted, not caring if it was going to cause a divide between them. “And I’m telling you now to stop. I won’t tolerate you using my daughter as leverage.” She stood up, crossing her arms. “She’s my granddaughter. I have every right to see her.”

"I can't believe I have a daughter." When we pulled apart, he was crying openly. I was too. "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry. I wanted to be calm and composed." "It's okay," I said. "I'm crying too." Thomas noticed Tony holding Emma. "Is this your husband? And is that a baby?" "This is Tony Stark. He's my friend and business partner." I didn't know how else to explain what Tony was to me. "And this is my daughter, Emma Grace. She's eight months old."

“Do you think a single sorry is enough? I don't need your fucking sorry, Lenos. Just stay away from me and focus on your life. I bet you're already happy with your life. You already have a daughter…and obviously a wife…" My voice faltered with my last words. "Just leave me alone. You don't have to visit me in the hospital. Just… just pay my fucking bills and everything's good!" “What?" His forehead was creased with disbelief. "Cresia, you're wrong." He shook his head. "I don't have a wife. Leah is not my daughter. She's the daughter of my twin, Lana." Wait. What? That little girl is Lana's daughter? Of course, I knew Lana. She was Lenos' twin sister. Lenos introduced us to each other ten ye

In front of the live-streaming camera, the large office was eerily silent. There was only the sound of heavy and frantic heartbeats. My daughter Tina, who had previously been deemed "emotionally unstable", was now the only judge. She was still trembling, but when my hand covered hers, when she saw the encouraging look in Rick's eyes, light was rekindled in her hollow eyes. Standing in front of the enormous whiteboard, she picked up the pen. In the live stream, the comments surged.

She would never hurt my daughter, regardless to whom she was born to. Flashback: few hours after Kwen's found... My blood was boiling and all I wanted was death. Nothing would satiate me, aside from the blood that flows inside the bodies of the men that did this and anyone else that helped. After seeing my daughter miraculous healing, I left her in the care of Dr. Mason and headed to the conference room we had on the second floor of the packhouse. Even knowing that my daughter is ok, my anger refused to let up. I walked in and my father held my silently crying mother on his lap as he rubbed circles into her back. My son and Jake's were lift at the medical center to get seen as well as Brody,

Ronan wipes the blood from his lips, and with one last taunting smile, he says, "You can beat me up all you want. I have said it—Selina is my daughter, and I am going to get her back one way or another. I don’t care what you try to do to me, Liora. I am going to get my daughter." Before I can reply, Evren laughs, the deep sound sending a jolt of heat to my core. Focus, Liora. Focus! "You know, you can pass for a comedian, right, Ronan?" Ronan furrows his brows, watching him. "What do you mean?"

He sounded like a four year old who had just been handed his most favorite toy. As Rashford walked away from the big, presidential office, Bronx turned to me. "You have not met my daughter, Peter. She was away when I had the party." "Oh, I see." I replied, waiting to see the President's daughter. I knew Bronx had children but I thought they were all boys and three of them. This girl must be the last of his children. Soon, a young beautiful girl barged into the office and ran forward with an excited squeal. "Daddy!"