Brock Lesnar Son Novels & Stories

Joseph said, patting his Son on the shoulder. “I’m not giving up. I’ll teach this Bitch a lesson. She will soon regret her actions and will be servicing my dick by this afternoon, or my name is not Leon Jones of the Jones family.” Leon took a stand and made a call.

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.

Life is made easy, we just get our contract afterwa rds without having to fight. Well, I looked up the governor's Godfather's son's name and his name is Mike Lewis.

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.

Bryson was handsome and she loved him very much, but this guy looks like he just walked out of a painting. "I am Darry Schmidt, an old friend of Bryson from college. I am what you call, a mad genius. I am the Tony Stark of our time," he boasted with a smile. "We are all here to help you," Darry asked. "For now just call me Knight," he added. "Thank you," Dede said and lowered her gaze. "My brother is still in the hospital. He was operated on and is fine. He will update me when he wakes up," he said and Bryson nodded rubbing the back of Dede who had nestled into his arms.

We sat on our usual rock beneath the rising moon. After a moment, I exhaled. “Lexi’s son moved in.” Luca perked up. “And?” I looked at him. “It’s Leo Adams.” His eyes widened. “That Leo?” “That one.” Silence followed. Then Luca cursed under his breath. “Your rival?” “My nemesis,” I corrected. “Captain of the opposing Eagle hockey team. Campus heartthrob. Professional menace.” “And now?” Luca asked carefully. “My stepbrother.” The words tasted like ash in my tongue.

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.

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.