Brock Lesnar Son Novels & Stories

After Brock heard that, he scoffed and said with disdain, "Ambush you? Do you think you're worthy? I…" "Wait! This guy is tricking you! Shut up!" Lazlo shouted angrily. Brock was a loudmouth. The moment he was provoked a little, he could no longer control his mouth. Brock widened his eyes when he was shouted at. If Kent was the one berating him, he would not have said anything. However, Lazlo was not his fellow disciple, who gave him the right to do that? Brock could not hold his temper back. He turned around and said to Lazlo, "So what if it's a trick? Even if this guy knows the truth, what can he do?"

It's his son. "Leave it, Paige. Pedal." I keep pressing the brake. "I'm serious. You'll still be here." "Or what?" he threatens. His eyes pierce me, and they're amazing because they read me inside. "Or I'll chase you with your neighbor's bike," I counter. Ashton lets out a dry laugh and pushes the bike again. "Well, pedal." "But don't let go of me."

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.

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!"

Leo clenched his jaw standing up from the sofa. He walked near the slightly scared man before a loud gasp left his lips, Leo grabbed his collar yanking him in front of him, " Listen here you bitch of a father! To hell with his words! I will personally dig him six feet down the surface if he even tried to think of stepping inside the venue! And trust me I will hide your son's body where not even insects would be able to find him!" Mr. Roger coughed making Leo threw him away wiping his hand against his coat.

Not Lennox, but Nox, some asinine stage name he'd assumed. Elbowing through the mass of people who'd come to watch at ten dollars a head, I made my way toward the tall chain-linked ring. It took a while before I got close enough to see, but when I did, my feet stilled, the roar of the crowd silenced, and the scene blurred. Bruised and battered, wearing a bloody white wife-beater and track pants, my son wobbled on the balls of his feet, his fists clenched and eyes focused on his cousin, Luca Costello.

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.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.