Brock Lesnar Son Novels & Stories

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!”

But he has his reasons, genuine reason, for not doing so. How would he make her understand now? “Is this about today?” He asked gently. Bella was still fuming. “Where were you?” “There was an accident,” he replied. Bella's fury was immediately washed away. She grabbed and checked his body. “Were you hurt?” Lesnar shook his head. “It wasn't me. Someone I know was unconscious by the roadside. I had to be at the hospital. I'm sorry I couldn't make it. It wasn't intentional.”

Lynch said in an incredibly exaggerated manner. "I was wondering if it was anyone amazing, so it's the second son of the Wests!" Leon said calmly. Mister Lynch was stunned. He thought that Leon would have been shocked by Jared's name, but Leon was incredibly calm. It exceeded his expectations. "Brat, there's no need to act so calm! I'll make sure you pay me back ten times over for breaking my arm today!" Mister Lynch said in a cold and dark voice.

I ask myself. We watch as his father lifts his hand one last time, and as he does, I know this will be the blow that knocks Lawler unconscious. "STOP!" Tavin demands as he walks forward. My attention doesn't leave Lawler and his position, but the command stops the blow. "You are to remove yourself from his body, now," Talvin demands in a tone that I have heard Lawler use very few times. We all watch as he falls backward from Lawler and looks at Talvin, confused. "Who are you, boy?" He spits. "That is my son," Brogan grumbles. "He has no power here, and I will punish him for his outburst," Brogan states again, this time with more assertion.

they chorused. We stood in a straight line, waiting for the training to begin. I expected Brock, the mature man who usually trained us. To our surprise, a younger man walked forward. Standing before us was a tall man with a muscular build. His piercing brown eyes drew me in. His muscles flexed through the top he wore. I could see hints of tattoos from his sleeve. His presence alone filled the arena. The sight of him commanded attention and authority. He had an aura of dominance. "Good morning all" he said. His voice was deep "I'm Brock’s son. My name is Neil. I'll be training you today"

“Sandino?” “Mom,” he replied, now giving her his full attention, “You can’t bribe me with the car. That’s not going to make me forgive you. You hurt Brooke.” Leslie understood her son’s anger, but at the same time, she wanted him to know where she was coming from. She wasn’t sure how much her son had thought over his options. Soon all of them would expire and he would be a young father. Leslie didn’t want that for him, or even for Brooke. “I know son, and I am sorry.”

“I came on my own. I came to settle this once and for all. I don’t want you laying a finger on my son again.” Lesnar’s grin widened in a slow and mocking expression. “Settle? That's what you call it? Lady, we’re not actually bullying your boy. We’re teaching him a lesson. A lesson you failed to teach him.” “Listen to me. You don’t have any right to touch him. I don't remember telling anyone to help me teach my son lessons."

Well, I can’t wait for the storm to hit! The locker room burst open with a bang as in sauntered my two older brothers, Weldon and Dermon Growler. I couldn't help but grin as I spotted them approaching, so I waved them over eagerly. But my excitement quickly faded when I realized they weren't alone - standing next to them was none other than Boris Gravemaw, the alpha's very own son.

"Tell us right now!" "He's my new stepbrother, guys," I whispered, shaking my head. "That's Hudson Carter. Bruce Carter's son." "Wait," Liam gasped, his eyes going wide. "You're telling me that this absolute god is the kid of the man your mum is about to marry?" I nodded. "Yep."

"No, what the fuck is wrong with you?" "I'm training." "You're trying to kill it. Save it for tomorrow." I take a breath and brush my hair away from my face with force. "What's happening tomorrow?" "Fight at ten. Ian's in, but if you want to go..." "Put me in," I don't hesitate to say it. I need it, and the money is fucking good. Apolo nods, and as he moves away, I go back to the punching bag. I hit it three times until he stops me again, and that pisses me off too.