Brock Lesnar Son Romane & Geschichten

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.”

"You're the one who wanted to skin me alive, right? Well, bring it on! Let's see who ends up on top." Maxwell, the son of the big boss, Wystan, from East Star District, was a big deal among the young crowd. Nobody messed with him. However, now, he had met his match. Some no-name guy, who Sienna called a live-in son-in-law and a total loser, had knocked out six of his guys all by himself. He was no ordinary dude. Maxwell's face turned pale with rage, his fists clenched so tight they cracked. "You think you're tough, huh? No one gets away with that in front of me. I'm going to take you down!"

I look up, expecting to see Alessandro Ferrara's chiseled face glaring at me, but in that moment, what I see instead is my whole life flashing before my eyes. This is NOT my handsome devil. What stares down at me is a menacing gaze from a thick-bearded Brock Lesnar look-alike wrapped in a thick tuxedo and a hard scowl that could curdle milk. I step back, mortified. “You're not as subtle as you think you are, miss,” he speaks gruffly, “You either take it to the pole or pick up the crumbs left of your morals and exit!”

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Jules POV "Show her the photos, Roni," Ethan says, his voice rising through the athletic department hallway. The words hit me, but it's his tone it was deadly calm that makes my blood freeze. I'm standing near Coach Peterson's office, clutching my student liaison folder against my chest. "What photos?" I ask, though my voice comes out smaller than I want it to. My brother leans against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at me like I'm a stranger who wandered into his territory. Veronica Clarke steps forward, her phone already glowing in her perfectly manicured hand.

He said as he was driving Labret Demson POV I’m standing next to my dad who is putting a bullet on his gun, as he is done doing it, he aims it to the man that is being tied up under the tree that is full of bruises and unconscious. He is Paul Connor, one of Chaos' friends and part of his organization but sad to say he will no longer be. “This is just the start of our revenge son, so ready yourself because we will make them shower in their own blood.” Leon said to his son.

"Indeed! My uncle is the great Mr. Leon West! Once my uncle hears of what you did to me, he will hunt you down and make sure you meet your sticky end! Just you wait! I'm going to make sure he breaks every bone in your legs one by one, so you can feel the same excruciating pain!" Sonny paused, panting in agony as he tried to stifle the pain. He was well aware of his uncle's reputation—Leon West was one of the most notorious martial artists in the capital. Even the most successful and influential people in the capital feared him! Liam, on the other hand, was nothing more than a measly good-for-nothing. He would not even dream of crossing someone like Mr. West, not even in his wildest dreams! S

Brock's hands tightened slightly on her back as he held her closer to his chest. "When I finally calmed," Brock said, drawing in a shuddering breath, "my father was laughing at me. Laughing. He said he finally had a son worthy of him, one with the same bloodlust as he. It made me sick to hear it. I made a vow upon my mother's grave never to harm anyone unless I had to. And tonight, when I needed to, the rage didna help. Ewan and his bloody fools were able to trap me all the same."

Adrian’s sudden remark shook Samantha so much that she rushed over to cover his mouth, hoping he would not say any more. But it was too late to remedy the situation. Quite a few people turned over to look at Adrian, while a huge frown spread over Nelson’s face. “Who are you? How dare you speak to me that way. Do you have any idea who I am? The boxing champion of the underworld is my brother!” Rick Kramer, Nelson’s little brother, was indeed the boxing champion of the underworld whose influence far exceeded Nelson’s.

Just then, she noticed Brock lying on the ground and screamed, “Ah! Why is this guy here?” Alex was slightly surprised. “You know him?” Waltz seemed slightly upset. “Of course I do. This guy is the famous Knockout Brock in California's underworld. He’s the fourth best fighter in his clan. His full name is Brock Rousey. He’s 36 years old and joined the Royal rank two years ago. He’s also Frank Accordo’s right-hand man, but he disappeared six months ago. It is almost impossible to bump into him in the underworld.”