Novel & Cerita Coach K Granddaughter

Papa even mentioned that I love horseback riding but I don’t know how to ride a horse. “She was a rebel back when she was studying, Rogue Adams. You know that.” My forehead creased. Rogue knows? I don’t think so. I was about to ask if Papa told him about my childhood but I was shocked with the smile on Rogue’s face. He was enjoying the conversation and I didn't have the heart to interrupt them. Seeing him talking and laughing comfortably with my grandfather is a sight to watch since Cain doesn’t talk like this to my grandfather. “You see, Mr. Quinn. Your granddaughter here is a prodigy. She’s a badass in business.”

She slowly approaches them and greets them " Good afternoon grandpa, how are you?" Old master knight becomes happy seeing Kaira. She is such a sweet girl. He had always wanted this girl to be his granddaughter and law. she was sensible and beautiful. Most importantly she is the heiress of the copper family and she had grown up with Alexander. " Oh, my little girl you finally came to see me. I thought you forget this old man" Old master knight says happily.

Phil quickly countered to the woman. "I'm sorry. I suddenly remembered Grandpa because that's his seat. And we all know that he doesn't want anyone else sitting in his seat," said Karen in a shy voice. She bowed slightly to hide her embarrassment in front of everyone. I can't help but wonder what kind of relationship she has with Phil because she calls the man's grandfather her grandpa. Is she a granddaughter of Don Fidel? I thought Don Fidel didn't have a granddaughter. "It's okay. I can move and sit in another chair," I said. I was about to stand up from my seat when Phil suddenly stopped me by my arm.

“Really? Can I use a stick?” “Yes–” “No,” I say firmly over Maddox’s voice. “My pinchers?” Kenna makes little crab claw motions with her hands. I sigh and nod. “And I won’t get in trouble?” Maddox looks at me then, maybe coming to the realization that he’s about to start a war between our grandchildren, but shrugs. “No, you won’t.” Her tears immediately dry, and she beams up at her papa, then races back outside to terrorize her cousins.

Keran chuckles looking at us both. "Nice to see the real Nyx, it's been a long fucking time," Keran smiles and nods. "Your grandfather actually gave you his life, the old fucker must have been super impressed with you McKenna," he grins proudly at me. "Of course I'm an awesome female that outsmarted his cocky ass," I chuckle and Nyx grins. "Bet Nyx's old man looks, shocked you McKenna," Keran smirks, eyeing me.

“And this is Knight.” “Knight,” Geraldo repeats, raising a brow. “Do you happen to be the future heir of Hunters Moon?” “I used to be,” I admit, earning myself a look of dissatisfaction. “Don’t worry,” I continue, feeling my annoyance flare. “I intend to take my rightful place back.” “And why might you not still possess that position?” Geraldo pushes, clearly not satisfied. “Don’t tell me that the goddess mated my granddaughter to a disgrace.” “I’m not a disgrace,” I snap, fighting the urge to attack the older geezer in front of me. “Who are you to judge when you don’t know what is going on behind closed doors?”

“See that? Now that’s a proper chairman’s car. Your piece of junk couldn’t even come close to the price of a single door on my Rolls-Royce.” The onlookers quickly chimed in. “Exactly. Black is understated and elegant, which fits the chairman’s status. Only women would go for something as flashy as pink.” “A Rimac and a Rolls-Royce aren’t even in the same league.” “I heard Mr. Creed is the chairman’s grandson. He’s here on a summer internship. Crossing him won’t end well.” “That girl is done for…” I only grew more confused as I listened. Since when did my grandfather have another grandchild? How did I not know about this?

the old man scoffed as he walked past him to the yet-to-come-back-to-his-senses Kian. "Geneal Kian, I heard you are my granddaughter's mate." He asked, and his sharp gaze peered toward him. "Uh, yes, grandpa. She is my mate." He nodded while breaking his gaze. That old man has the sharpest gaze in the world, one that could freeze anyone's innards.

A note lay on the pillow in Damien’s bold handwriting: “Be a good girl today, princess. Come straight home after classes. Daddy will be waiting.” A shiver ran down her spine, even his note made her wet. She showered quickly, wincing at the dark hickeys on her breasts and inner thighs. No amount of makeup was going to hide all of them. She chose a modest cream blouse and a knee-length skirt, hoping it would be enough to look innocent for school.

she whispered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the day’s events. Hank knelt down to her level, looking her in the eyes. "Are you ready for today, Kayla? I hear you’re going to be the star of the show." Kayla bit her lip, glancing at Caleb for reassurance before answering. "I’m a little nervous, Grandpa. But Caleb said he’ll be with me, so I think I’ll be okay." Hank’s heart swelled with pride as he looked between his two grandchildren. "That’s right, Kayla. And I’ll be there too, cheering you on the whole way. You’re going to do great."