Brock Lesnar Son Novels & Stories

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"

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

"Mr. Lesnar, do you have any proof that you are the owner of this card?" "I don't have to prove anything to you. You are just a janitor." Mr. Lesnar replied. "Maybe I should confirm with the bank to know who is really the owner." Anabel said and took out her phone. They were surprised when they saw she was holding an iPhone 16 Pro Max. "She must have stolen this one as well." The HR mumbled. Anabel was about to call, and Mr. Lesnar broke the card. "How dare you break my card!" Anabel yelled and he slapped her across the face. This is the second time she was receiving a slap. "How dare you shout at me! You thief! You don't have respect?"

No way in hell was Brock ever going to let this go unpunished; Zayn Larson was a dead man! “You’re dead, you piece of sh*t! I swear to God—you’re dead meat!” Brock bellowed as loudly as a peal of thunder shaking the entire floor, attracting onlookers. Zayn shook his head. “You don’t even know how insignificant you really are, do you? You don’t deserve to raise your voice against me!” he scoffed. “But I guess you won’t remember your place unless I teach you a lesson.” Zayn added even more force, twisting Brock’s hand against its wrist harder and harder until it formed an unnatural angle that seemed ready to snap at any second In fact, Brock himself was bending backward in an agonizing, unnatu

"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."

Liam was shocked to hear that, but he didn't show his shock on the outside, he maintained his serious face on the outside. Before Liam could get over his shock, another person walked inside the room, and that person had a plaster wrapped on his arm. His arm was definitely broken. "Liam Steinfeld." The man had three other men who had accompanied him inside the room. Looking at the person, Liam slightly frowned, when he remembered who the person was, after all he was the one who broke the persons' hand. "Oh, it's you?" Liam let out smugly, looking calm and collected. He was not at all afraid of the father and son.

Is he looking at me? Why does his voice sound familiar? Wait! Is this Eric? My ex who gave me a ‘DBoaT’(Dumbest Breakup of all Time) Is that why he used Shawn as an excuse to breakup with me? Couldn’t think of a name other than his fake hidden musical name!? Geez babe you are being paranoid (rolling eyes right now) Then he inhaled and exhaled as he screamed “I am ShawnLama!” And immediately his song blasted the speakers as the crowd went wild with screams and so many comments on how his physique looks yummy up close. People wondering who he is… Probably the son of DonJazzy or John Legend..