Brock Lesnar Son Novels & Stories

This was why he disliked going to the Browns’. Liberty was silent for a moment before she said, “Chelsea’s youngest son has always loved bullying Sonny and still does. Luckily, Sonny’s started learning some self-defense and is a little stronger than before. If the adults don’t take sides, Lucas can’t beat Sonny. “The Browns might not take sides anymore, but I can’t say the same for Chelsea. She’s always been a selfish and self-centered person.

Her 'oh shit' made him grin, and he would've stayed inside her if his son hadn't started to fret in his crib. With one last kiss, he eased out of her. "I'll get him." He left the bed to get his son, who was gearing up for a good bellow before his daddy picked him up. As soon as Kellan got his scent and heard his voice, he settled down with his fist in his mouth.

And if it’s not that I’m running late, I would’ve gone there myself. So instead of calling her or driving there, I call Leo. Since he left for the hospital, I haven’t heard from him. “Cuz, I was just about to call you,” he says the second he picks up. “I just had the craziest five hours, but I have good and bad news.” “Give me the bad.” “Ronan will be in attendance.” Instant anger rises in my chest. Ronan is the son of the head of the Bratva, and there’s never been peace between us.

“But seriously, Hannah. Check this.” My fingers trembled as I tapped the attached Wikipedia. A web page opened, filled with polished photos of a man with the same face I had seen in the balcony tonight. Lucas Bristo. Son of the richest man in the city. Charismatic, untouchable, terrifyingly powerful, has an engagement with the Black Family. My breath hitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I told him, gesturing at his now white, now a shade of blue fist. "How did you feel though? When you found out- what is his name again? My bad, Jax wasn't your son?" I carried another chair, placing it in front of him, at a distance though. Be prepared for anything and I know he will try to attack anytime soon, that's how low my brother is. "His name is Brown and he's my son!. " He said, gritting his teeth. I scoff at the sight. If only he knew what he looked like.

The volume in his voice is projected and commanding, capable of filling the room with sound. Terry Nashville, the other son of David Nashville, is older than his brother, Jay, and very much different. His tall and commanding presence immediately catches attention when he enters a room. With a well-proportioned physique, his broad shoulders and toned frame suggest a balance of strength and elegance. He carries himself with an upright posture, exuding self-assurance and charisma.

Just a glance into each other's eyes told them that the other was no pushover. "You're sharp. It seems that my apprentices' defeat wasn't unwarranted," Bron growled, there to avenge his son. "So, you're from South Alp Sect?" Frank asked in return. "Yes. I am the chief, Bron Howard." "And Troy Howard's your son?" Bron rose to his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. "Then you know why I've come. Should I do it for you, or are you going to do it yourself?" He could see that Frank could hold his own but still thought nothing of him because he was young.

The man with long hair slapped Brock across his face once again and then calmly replied, “Crossing the line? “What’s wrong with that? “Do you even dare to challenge me? “You don’t have a say if we’re done with this matter. He doesn’t either! “I have the final say! “I haven’t even said anything yet. Who do you think you are?!” In the middle of his speech, he landed several more slaps to Brock’s face. Brock’s handsome face was full of bright red palm prints when he took a few steps back. He covered his face while boiling with anger, then lowered his head and said, “Brother, my name is Brock Park. I’m the business manager of Star Chaebol in South Light. Pay me some respect here!”

After saying this, he finally felt better, and he laughed happily. "Yes, yes, boss, you are so wise," seeing the boss laughed, Barrett was happy, and he immediately flattered. "Mr. Brock, don't worry. Neal is the subordinate of Jonas, the world's largest underworld organization's boss. The police in A city is unable to touch him, Mr. Brock. You can be at ease and just continue to take the money." "Yeah." Brock smiled in satisfaction and waved his big hand. He said, "All of you can rest your mind during this period of time, and recharge yourself. We are going to make a lot of money when the time comes. Let's have a drink together now!

I’d get my seat back, Zara, and down to every last thing he had taken from me. “Leo? Was that his name?” Dexter knitted his brows like he was in deep thought. “What? Do you know Leo?” I asked, glancing at him. “Not really. But I know Brad Wesley, and he had a son years ago who looked just like Leo does.” He looked at the screen one more time. “In fact, now that I look at him very well, I’m sure he’s the one. Nathan Wesley, Brad’s son. He has to be the one.” Dexter nodded confidently.