Brock Lesnar And Daughter Novels & Stories

she cried. “They won’t kill our daughter,” he assured her. “But look,” she pointed at the photograph on his phone. “They are going to kill our baby girl.” “THEY WON’T KILL OUR DAUGHTER YOU HEAR ME!” Brett had gotten so mad. “NO ONE IN HIS RIGHT SENSES WILL LAY A FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER! I WON’T ALLOW THAT.”

I comment, stretching my back. "Do you need help, sir?" Luan offers. "Not that old," I rush to say, offended, and they laugh. "Stay there, lovebirds, just don't do anything inappropriate for your age," I say, laughing as I see them blush, and I walk back into the house. "You see, Nic," Ryan calls my attention. "The girl is the daughter of a Supreme Alpha, and you, with all your prejudice, had that ridiculous fit and went to drown your sorrows."

He aimed the TV at Mr Brooks and was going to hit him with it. “N- no, please!”. Mr Brooks pleaded and shut his eyes as he waited to feel the pain of the TV crushing his bruised body. “Stop!”. Brianna shouted the minute she entered the living room. She felt her body shaking as she saw her heavily injured father. She ran and pushed Alastair away, before she knelt down beside her father. Earlier, she couldn't handle the news she had seen. She and Kelly had been sisters for years, so she refused to believe that the news was true.

Lilian's tone was biting, her words clearly aimed at Wendy. Halsey was furious, but the fact remained that Jessica was indeed the daughter of the richest man. "Jessica, your background saved your life. Otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here talking." Jessica nodded. "Exactly! With my dad around, no one can touch me." Trish added, "By the way, Wendy. Last night, Mr. Larson promised my Grandma that as long as he's around, no one can touch the Crone family. So, if you're thinking about avenging your father, that's not going to happen!"

I whispered, closing the distance, “just know that every room in this house is equipped with cameras. Your little tantrum? Already caught on tape, Mister Intruder. Oh, and I won’t be calling you father again. Not after today. A real father doesn’t treat his children like this.” “You dare—” he barked, but I cut him off with a cold, defiant stare. “Oh, and in case you didn’t notice,” I said, my voice sharp and steady, “my phone’s been connected to a live stream this entire time.” His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. “What’s wrong?” I tilted my head. “Changed your mind about hitting me?” “You little bitch, Vanessa!” he spat. “Yes,” I replied coldly. “I am your useless little bitch of a d

Eric watched Cecelia standing beside Rose while I stood across from everyone. Besides, the parents wore fierce expressions, and the ground was full of photos. He assumed that everything was going as he had expected. He instantly scolded angrily, “Lana Tillman, this is outrageous! How could you do this to our daughter?! She’s just a kid. But you took naked photos of her to sell to other guys for money. Are you out of your mind?!” Eric’s gaze was smug as he kept rebuking me. “My mom took her home back then for our sake. She wanted us to have another baby. But you hate Cece so much. I’m going to call the cops and divorce you!”

“Mindy, you—” The moment he saw Connor, he instinctively stepped back. He did not dare to come closer. “Mindy is my wife. We have already registered our marriage.” Connor’s words dropped like a bomb among the Quinn family. They were instantly furious. “Married? You got married? What about Daniel? “Cody, you owe me a daughter-in-law! “And you, have some shame! You clearly agreed to marry Daniel!” The woman’s voice was sharp. It was Daniel’s mother, Natalie Carter.

“Can you not be my dad anymore?” Silence. Silence engulfed the room as her words fell. Lancer stared at his daughter asking him a question—no, more like strongly suggesting for him to do, and that fact made his heart clenching in pain, feeling a lump on his throat as his breathing slowed. He crouched down, reaching his hand out, wanting to touch Ana's head, though she only stepped back, creating another distance between them. Lancer lowered his eyes. “I don't have another daughter.” Lancer looked toward the little girl standing far away from him, quietly explaining.

"Doesn't she look just like you?" "No, I don't look anything like her." Ashley put her phone away. "Yes, she does. With makeup, she'll look just like you." "What's her name?" "Julie James. Daughter of Henry and Emma James. She's an orphan, adopted by her uncle Jeffrey and aunt Summer Greene. She was an only child of her parents." Creepy. I was convinced she was stalking me from my birth. "How do you know so much about m-her?"

Smiling, I left the phone on the counter and sat down, with five pairs of eyes staring me down. “You’d better sit down. This conversation is going to be long.” They remained in place. I shrugged. “Then I’ll summarize it as briefly as I can—in the time it takes for my food to arrive. My name is Faina Petrov.” I didn’t need to say whose daughter I was—they knew my father very well and the man who worked as his right hand, the one they were after when we first met. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Luther started pacing. “Daughter of Pyotr Petrov! That walking piece of shit who was with you told the truth. You’re the heiress to the Bratva throne.”