Colby Brock Daughter Novels & Stories

The day I got the callback for my second interview, my mother, Sara Bingley, came home with two bags. "You're about to start your job for real, and that means dressing professionally. I bought you girls a suit each, one for each of you, fair and square." Molly Pitcher happily took her bag. Inside was a fitted, deep navy suit, sharp and clearly not cheap. What landed in my hands was an ill-fitting black suit pulled from the clearance rack, so oversized the sleeves swallowed the backs of my hands. Mom smiled and touched my cheek. "Cathy, you'll still grow. I bought it big on purpose. Give it two years, and it'll fit just right. I went to I don't know how many malls just to track down that

Guilt clutched at her heart, threatening to break her apart as she continuously cried. "I am so sorry," Aimee Brooke reached out and placed an arm around her crying foster daughter, and hugged her, letting her cry in her arms instead. ...... END OF BOOK 1 BOOK 2 WOULD BE OUT SOON!!! ANTICIPATE!!!

I want Colby’s arms around me. “Guess what?” I ask her. “What?” she asks confused. “You know how your friend’s mom just had a pup and you had thought that was pretty exciting?” I ask her. “Yeah,” she replies still confused. “Well Colby and I are going to have a pup in a few months,” I say to her. Waiting as she processes the information; she looks down first and my heart catches worrying she won’t be excited. Then she looks up smiling at both Colby and me. “I’m going to have a little pup to look after?” she screams. “Well, we’ll all help look after the pup, but yep you’re getting a little brother or sister,” I say to her. Looking at me with the sincerest of looks, “Does that mean I

“Julia… is one of the youngest board members in the company. She didn’t get there by selling off her body. She is indeed a big girl.” Jake sat still, the weight of his assumptions pressing down. Robert wasn’t done. He looked Jake in the eye, voice calm but loaded. “Julia,” he said, “is the CLO’s only sister.” Jake’s brows furrowed. Robert continued. “She’s Richard Blake’s daughter.” Jake jolted. “What? Dad… are you serious?” Robert nodded slowly. “Too serious, my son.” Jake turned away from his father, his mind spinning. He whispered to himself, “This is unbelievable…”

I asked right away. Kolton waited for a beat before responding, “No. She isn’t here. To be honest with you, I’ve never even met her before. I didn’t think I would ever see her again.” Disappointment hit me like a truck. I stared back at this man’s face who made me come all the way here to tell me this shit, something he could have mentioned over the phone. There were more complications to this, and I found myself thinking about Brock’s words. “That doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m not interested in finding her,” he pointed out. “She’s my daughter, after all, and if someone has taken her, then I want to be involved. Tell me, when has this incident occurred?”

At the end of their talk, Colten said, “Anna, you’re the daughter-in-law of our Gregory family. As long as you’re willing, you’ll *always* be our daughter-in-law. “To save my son, I’m asking you to have coffee with Aron. I know it’s not fair to you, and I’m deeply sorry. But don’t worry—if they ever demand anything more, I, Colten, will be the first to say no. “If you decide to go, just call this number. I’ll make time and go with you, to protect you on Kendrick’s behalf.” Annabelle had taken the slip of paper and, after a brief silence, said to him, “Kendrick just woke up today. He’s still recovering. If his condition is stable tomorrow, I’ll go.” Colten’s expression was full of mixed emoti

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

He pulled his phone out, and his large, scarred face had softened, his lips shifting from their grimace into a warm smile. “Look,” he’d said, his eyes melting at the corners. “This one, the eldest girl there, she’s my Poppy. We named her that because my mate and I were brought poppies as a baby shower gift, and we decided that it was just perfect. We live in a little cottage, down by the woods, and we have a small garden. We make sure the garden is always full of poppies.” I felt my eyes pricking with tears, but Bloodlust gave me no time to respond before he was showing me his next daughter.

Because she sure loved to make my life miserable. Then there was the million-dollar question; who was Rocco’s real father? Was it the amoeba? Or someone completely ranGrayBree had fucked around with around my back? Not that we dated exclusively around the time she got pregnant. But she didn’t seem like the girl to sleep around at that time. She was daddy’s good girl and all that crap. It wasn’t until later that I learned how she really was. “Aaron?” Catherine waved her hand in front of my face. I’d zoned out again.

And he chose to give it all than stand up and give up. Wait, did he say 'my daughter'? "And what's the name of your daughter?" I asked out of curiosity. "Her name? Her name is Katlyn Carlson. She is now a fourth-year College student at Lawson University," he immediately replied to me, and rubbed his hands together since it was freezing here outside. Katlyn, he said? Oh, what a surprise. I smiled when an idea came to my mind just thinking of Katlyn who stole my Dad's attention and kept comparing me to her.