Daughter Axl Rose Wife Novels & Stories

“He’s handsome too, like Uncle Maxwell, but Dad is more handsome than Uncle Maxwell.” Rosalind chuckled to hear that. “Dad will be so happy to hear that.” Then she nodded. “Axel is a good boy. You can be good friends.” She giggled to imagine Jane grew up later. Even her seven-year-old daughter could see the handsome boy and men. “Yes, Mom. Maybe I’ll marry Axel when I grow up, but don’t tell Dad. It’s our secret.” Again, Rosalind giggled to hear that. “Yes, it’s our secret. Let’s seal it with our pinky fingers.” She lifted her pinky fingers and linked it with her daughter’s.

"I'll let you know when they are done." Mr. Davinsky was not joking. He was a beast. Axel winced at Rose's cry when he tore into her with ferocity. She must have been a beast too, because she matched his madness with hers. It didn't take so long after that. Rose lit a cigarette when they were done and Axel nodded at Donald to return to his position. "Damn. Your wife doesn't give you any of this, does she?" Mr. Davinsky colored in fury. "Leave my wife out of this." He spat.

"She is Axe's niece?" Rose gave a small whisper. She frowned as Bridgette swallowed roughly the remaining cookie in her mouth. "No." The woman replied half reluctantly. "Axe's daughter. Campel is with another woman. The point is that I'm married to a bastard, Rose. You know him, of course, so I won't tell you much." A forced smile-Rose calmly took in every word that passed Bridgette's lips. All the things... she either believed or didn't. For once she didn't interrupt. Waiting for her to finish.

Mrs Romero hadn't noticed someone joined her and shuddered lightly when those words were spoken. "Oh! Just sad!" She stated and went silent. The look she had on her face informed Claire she wanted the conversation to end as quickly as possible. "What's making you sad Mrs Romero? Are you not happy your daughters is getting married to a well-do man....or is it something else? Mrs Romero cast a deep gaze at Claire who joined in the "glaring games". "It's Bianca's father." She stuttered her daughter's name, Almost like she wanted to say something else.

today. Yeah, didn't see this coming. A bunch of big-name relationship bloggers were livestreaming, blasting everything—Axel and Gloria's affair, the fire, the whole ugly mess. "They're not some epic love story," one blogger snapped. "They're gross." "His wife was risking her life in a fire while he made her save photos of him and his side chick." "And this clown just told an interviewer last week that he's 'a loyal man.'" The crowd lost it.

Axel prologue. "I am Axel Xavier, the husband of this beloved soloist, and also the father of an adorable and charming son. Yes, you're not mistaken. I used to be the bodyguard for this beautiful woman, and fortunately, I have now been promoted because I could change my status to Aura's husband, or more often, as you call her, Park Ae Ra," Axel revealed. Laughter could be heard clearly. "And tonight, I want to celebrate my wife's birthday with all of you," Axel continued.

My heart pounded. "Then we're not just defending anymore. We're attacking." "Brynn-" Dax started. "She has my mother. I'm going to get her back." --- That night, Dax and I argued. It was loud. Bitter. The worst fight we'd had since the amnesia. "You're not ready," he said. "I'll never be ready. But she's there. Growing stronger. Waiting." "You're still healing. The baby is still small." "Luna Rose is three months old. She's strong. I'm strong."

Raven asked. I raised my hands to slap her but someone stopped me. “Don't you dare!” Dax whispered, squeezing my hands. “What the hell are you doing in my pack?” Dax asked angrily. “You are a clown! You took my wife and expected me not to come to this stupid place. It wasn't by choice,” Marcus said rudely. Dax turned to Raven. “Is he your husband?” Raven shook her head. “He is no longer my husband. He is only the father of my child,” Raven responded.

Only Emma Rosy knows how much her fingertips tremble. "Emma Rosy!" Alex Brown' voice rose as he gazed at Emma Rosy with angry eyes. Emma Rosy looked Alex Brown in the eye. She was still defiant. "Mr. Brown, what I said is wrong?" Alex Brown looks angrily at Emma Rosy and finds that his pride in self-control can be shattered by the sight of her. And then he become not like himself. "Miss Richard, I'm impressed." When Marisa Darcy saw Alex Brown was silent, she stepped forward and smiled. Then she stared into Emma Rosy's little face and said, "It's just that you deserve all this. You are Aarn Richard's daughter." "You..." In response to Marisa Miller's sarcastic eyes, Emma Rosy unconsciously c

“Now before you all make this about my sexy wife whom I love more than life itself and you are keeping me from presently, I'd like to say thank you to the wolf factions in Paris for their very hospitable and peaceful arrangements for us. I'm grateful. Now, my work is done and I'd like to go home now thank you.” “Would you ever let your wife walk the runway with any man?” “Absolutely not. Never again. She did what she had to keep things together for her business but I'd absolutely lose my mind if I ever had to watch her with another male or female. She's mine alone. I don't share what's mine with anyone in this world or outside this world. For those of you who'd be asking for a runway collab