Colby Brock Daughter Novels & Stories

Adam asked. “So I think,” I went on, ignoring Adama’s question, “Colby is trustworthy. He’s been more of a friend to me than anyone I’ve trusted recently. Besides, if the information leaks, we’ll know it was him.” “Wait,” Colby said, “so how is Lila Dominic’s biological daughter if you two haven’t been involved?” “They were switched at birth,” I answered. “Aria is biologically mine. This is strictly confidential, and Dominic has the connections and motivation to kill you if you tell anyone.”

“But I’m too busy, so I can’t be there all the time. I didn’t even know that Harrison was abusing him. I’m glad he’s lucky to have you by his side now.” Sonnet licked her lips. “You know about my situation, right?” “What do you mean?” Marcus raised a brow. “You know, how I’m Harold Cole’s biological daughter, but I was raised by someone else…” “Oh, we know that. Harold told us, saying the biological daughter he was sending over for marriage had been a teacher in a village the entire time. He even asked the Brooks for a dowry. That’s within Old Master Brooks’ budget, of course, so we gave them four hundred thousand.”

" I haven't missed the sound of video games that's for sure." Kade laughs, startling our daughter a little. He coos, rocking her slightly to make her relax. "Sorry milkyway." He whispered. I shook my head, fighting off a smile. "She's going to hate that name when she's older." Kade raised a taunting brow, grinning brightly. "You're one to talk twizzler." I giggled. "Oh Colby called a few minutes ago. He's about twenty minutes away from here. He also told us to leave the rum and raisin ice cream for him."

"That must be difficult. Not remembering." "It was. For a long time. But I've made peace with it. I have my son. I have my career. I have good friends." She smiled. "The past is the past. I'm focused on the future." "A son," Cassian said. "How old?" "Five. His name is Colt. He's obsessed with dinosaurs and thinks vegetables are a personal attack on his freedom." Cassian almost smiled. "I have a daughter. Emory. She's also five. She broke her arm recently and has been using the cast as a canvas for her classmates' artwork."

Colby expressionless face. End of flashback “Fuck….” I grunted as I recalled that day when I last saw Colby alive, Stefan Brook is only son of Colby Brooke, his mother died while giving birth to him and Colby was his single parent who committed suicide in prison by silting his own wrist, Stefan believed his father was murdered however no one believed him neither any advocate bother to take case of a Rapist and murderer, however Stefan tried hard to give justice to his dead father but dramatically in end entire wealth of Brooke family was seized by Kinght.inc in order to compensate all the loss they occurred by Colby, Stefan was young mastered of information technology, but end he was left to

Colt would just as soon chuck that poor child somewhere as listen to him when it comes to his daughter. "I see not only her going away to college, but a wedding." "A wedding? Who's getting married?" "Caitlin of course." My mouth was halfway to the floor. Now usually Char is pretty much on point with her thing, but this time I'd have to say my money's on Colt. No way! "Char are you serious? Are you sure?" My mother in law was damn near across the table at this point. The woman does love a good wedding. I wasn't even worried about talk about my seventeen-year old daughter getting married.

he says looking down. I pause for a moment. If we move forward, I will be an instant mother figure to a little girl. I would hate for her to think I’d be taking her mother’s place but then she never had a mother so what would that mean for her and I? “Do you have a picture of her Colby?” I ask. He smiles as he looks up taking out his phone. He had a ton of pictures of her, smiling, pouting, laughing, and playing. She was a gorgeous little girl, she must be five, and I could already feel my heart strings pulling me toward her. “She’s gorgeous Colby, is she five?” I ask. He nods, pulling me tighter, “She’s five going on 15,” he laughs. “I’m sure all parents say the same thing, but she’

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

She merely nodded. “Hello, little one. Marku talks quite highly of you,” Aatos offered. No break in her almost bored expression, she didn’t acknowledge the compliment. Marku continued, “Aatos, this is Raine’s daughter, Braveheart.” Aatos’ expression shifted to confusion. “Braveheart? I thought her name was—” “It’s Collette,” the little girl cut him off, speaking for the first time. She leveled a glare at Marku. Marku’s lips curled wider, pearly white teeth displayed, clearly enamored and entertained with her response. Standing to his feet, he drawled, “Yes...Collette.”

"What's wrong?" "Brook's daughter drugged and assaulted Kenneth earlier on. It looks like the Fulham and Yates families are planning to arrange a marriage. Do you think this is Brook's plan?" Joey asked directly. Her blunt words made Zachary cough in surprise.