Brock Lesnar Son Novels & Stories

Why did I agree to this? Langston AKA JerkAss, plus that giant AKA Sore Loser, over there is equal to Langston's death! Oh crap, what would I tell to his parents? That their stupid, idiot son challenged a man five times his size!? Oh shit! Right now, Langston AKA Langster - his pen name inside the stadium- is currently wearing shorts. Just shorts, which means he's showing his 6 pack. Damn!

"I'm coming! Stop it before you knock the fucking door down!" Uh-uh. I immediately recognize the voice and shrink into my skin when the door opens to reveal Brandon Brooks—the son of Clinton Brooks, the billionaire. The light behind him makes him look like a tattooed angel. His blonde hair and broad shoulders are perfectly caught in the light, but he doesn't look one bit happy...he seems more confused...? "Hello?" he asks. "Uhh...where are you?" I clear my throat. "Look down." "Look, do—" he blinks when he sees me. "Oh... It's you, the loser," it looks like he would rather be anywhere else. There is a frown on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Master, Young Master has been captured again. I'm afraid you'll have to take action this time…” Wayne Larson heard this and thundered, "Unf*ckingbelievable! I'd like to see who dares to touch my son!"

He had no chance to react; all he felt was a sharp pain in his chest. He was hit and flew backward. Lewis felt severe pain in his chest. The young man did not care at all. He took another step forward and stepped on Lewis. "Argh!" Lewis screamed. Everyone was completely silent. All of them were stunned and speechless. Everyone thought Lewis was extremely powerful. They did not expect him to be defeated by that young man's single punch and kick. Lewis was in agony as he angrily exclaimed, "How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? I am Lewis Brandon from the Brandon Group. My father is Ryan Brandon.

I rushed out of the hotel room, put on my mask, took the underground parking garage, and jumped into my Bugatti Veyron before driving off. I’m Leonard Smiths—a musician and sometimes an actor. I have a twin brother, Liam, and a cute little sister whose dream is to travel around the world. No one knows I’m the president’s son; they don’t even know my full name. I go by the stage name Leo Smiths. As I mentioned, grandma is my priority; she comes before everything else.

Mr. Rashford’s face contorted with rage, his slick suit gleaming under the fluorescent lights as he jabbed a finger at Nero. “How dare you a sucker like you to bully my wife? And then talk back to me?” he roared, his voice shaking the air like a beast’s bellow. “I’ll teach you a bloody lesson today on behalf of your family, the most painful lesson of your life! And just who are you?” “I’m Nero Magnus,” Nero said, his voice steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. “The exiled son of the Magnus empire, the father of these kids.”

In Brock’s mind, Jose was one of the biggest, baddest tycoons in the world of business. Social connection, resources, wealth—Jose had it all in surfeit. He was the kind of guy Brock always strove to ingratiate himself to, and now, his idol had just taken a knee for Zayn Larson.

"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?"

It was not my sister. "Sorry boss, I was here to inform you that your car is ready." He answered my question while bowing his head. You all must have been thinking that he bowed his head out of fear but, I know the real reason. He bows his head to hide his fucking laughing face. "Asshole... Fucking stop laughing. Will you?" I growled. Leonardo Hastings, Son of Blake Hastings who was the loyal and prominent right-hand man of my father. Leo was more like a brother to me. He supported and motivated me like a guardian after the mysterious death of my parents.

Nowadays, he just maims them completely. I’ve always wondered why he comes here, because it’s definitely not to get stronger. He’s the son of a God, what does he need to exercise for? Once again, I’m glad that I’m a featherweight and won’t be paired against that monster. “He’s Alpha Kai’s son. What did you expect?” One says, and I chuckle quietly. “It’s an unfair advantage; he’s the son of a God! Anyone pitted against him will die!” “Agreed; maybe we should bring it up with the fight committee. Creed Volkov shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t belong here.”