Colby Brock Daughter Novels & Stories

They were both active members of the Ladies' Bridge Club and I assumed they just didn't see me sitting there. “No,” the second woman said, taking her seat. “What about her? Who is she?” “She's Libby's daughter” the first woman explained. “She just graduated college.” “Oh, yes. I remember. Dark hair. Quiet.” “She's pregnant,” the first woman announced, her voice haughty and condescending. “No!” “Yes. And by Richard Smoke's boy.” “You mean the little boy that used to eat dirt?” the second woman asked. “He's grown now and manages the feed lot, but yes.”

I rub my hand on her left shoulder, gesturing that everything is okay and it was very thoughtful of her to think that for us. “Hello, I am Christie Hopkins, daughter of Billy Hopkins! You must be here for the patient your father wanted, I know about that. And trust me, my dad has kept it with much care and safety, but I can't help you with the location. I'm sorry I don't know much about it, nor do I know where my dad is.

"You ungrateful thing. If I had known you'd turn out this vicious, I should've strangled you the day you were born." "Too bad you didn't." I set the shears down and picked up a document from the coffee table, tossing it to her. "Read it. That's Lilith's paternity test." My mother froze and caught it without thinking. The results were clear. Lilith had no blood relation to Nelson or her. "What's this?" Her hand started to shake. I smiled, sharp and mocking. "Mom, the precious daughter you loved for 20 years wasn't a heiress who got switched at birth. She was never a Howe. She was the maid's kid. The real Lilith was swapped out at birth and left to freeze to death in the snow.

I think you would like him! At that moment a beautiful young woman comes through the school door, and it cannot be anyone other than Colin’s daughter. She has his eyes and his mouth, as well as his chestnut hair. She smiles and gives him a hug, confirming my theory. “Hey dad, I’m so sorry I’m late,” she says apologetically, “I was studying for my magical healing mid-term, and I lost track of time!” “You are exactly on time, no apologies necessary,” Colin tells her gently, ‘I’m just happy that you get to meet my new friends! Amber, Levi, Hope, Sophie and Elliot, this is Charlotte!”

Abram’s face was inches from the man's ear. "Your daughter is still in that boarding school in Lausanne, isn't she, Miller?" Abram’s whisper was a dry, rasping scrape. "The one built over the old limestone caves? I wonder if she knows about the basement accounts you’ve been using to pay for her 'tutors.' Or the girl who went missing in the dorms last spring." Miller turned a sickly shade of grey. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He sat down, his knees hitting the underside of the table with a dull thud. He didn't look at Abram again.

"Lambert, I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" Lambert didn't stop walking. "You're ready to talk? Too bad, I'm not interested anymore." "Lambert, I'm actually Ben's daughter—his biological daughter! If you keep me here, my father will come for me!" Sibyl's words stopped Lambert in his tracks. To his knowledge, Ben only had two children, and his relationship with his wife was said to be very good. Even Bob's investigation showed that Ben led an exceptionally clean personal life.

Drake: Your Majesties… is there a problem with my daughter being your son's soulmate? Charles: Alpha Drake? Is this young woman really your daughter? I thought she was missing… Drake: Yes, she was kidnapped when she was two years old; her poor mother died of grief. For sixteen years, I searched everywhere for her, but I couldn't find her. Her kidnapper had imprisoned her.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

My first thought was that something had happened to Leo. 'What are you talking about?' I signed. She froze, looked around, then pulled out her phone. On it was a news tab. Nathaniel Braxton's lost daughter is Leo Browning's mysterious girlfriend! Read about the new girl in town. A fairytale coming to life! 1 I stared dumbly at the title for a few seconds, then frowned. I didn't know Nathaniel Braxton had a daughter. Were there rumors about her and Leo? 19

Poppy whispers angrily and holds her hand, stopping her from continuing. “Fine…fine.” My attention is taken by the girl who tried to kiss Colt when we arrived. She walks in and takes a seat at the end of the table. A brown‑haired girl with dark eyes. “Who is that?” I ask Poppy, since Colt barely gave me anything last night when I asked him about her. “That’s Julia. Rodrick’s youngest daughter.” “The general old man with a scar?” She nods. Suddenly, right in front of us, Skye sits. She crosses her arms as she stares at Poppy and Lotus, and then her eyes land on me.