Sly Stallone Daughters Novels & Stories

Once he reached it, he settled into the driver's seat, and Sloane sat in the front. “Baby, there are different jobs in a club, and every girl who works there isn't a whore,” Sloane stated, trying to convince him, but Shawn rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying what people say, Sloane. You should be more careful about who you associate yourself with. Your name carries weight. You’re the Alpha's daughter.” “It’s quite embarrassing for everyone to know your friend is the most famous whore in the pack.” She stared at him for a moment, wanting to argue and defend Maddy, but that would be a waste of time.

He frowns and his frown only deepens as he reads the letter. “Dad! Did you know about this?” he asks, holding up my letter. “What is it?” my father asks, carrying Kennedy’s daughters Kaylee and Kendra who are hanging on him. Those two will most likely end up at the Warrior Academy one day. They’re both very much like their father and even at two years old, these girls love nothing more than to spar and spar hard. Considering they’re half of Kennedy’s quads, you’d think all four were the same, but no. The other two are just like Kennedy; sweet, quiet, and studious.

“Dominic Hale.” The name slams through my mind and the memory clicks. The news…..the arrest…..the scandal. That’s where I heard the name Stallin. Dominic had been married to his daughter Helena Stallin. The realization settles in like ice, crawling slowly. No way is this another coincidence. What the hell is my father up to?

"Hayley Forbes?" "Nope. It's Nina Catersville now. Anyway," Hayley affirmed, her voice steady as she came to a halt before Lillian. "Where is my daughter, Lillian Lopez?"

"Do you have any idea who she is? Even if our two families joined forces, we couldn't match a fraction of her family's power." Kylo couldn't bear seeing his beloved get hit. His gaze turned murderous. "Just look at her cheap outfit. She's probably some streetwalker. Mom, don't let her fool you." Mr. Winston Senior's fury erupted. He raised his cane and brought it down hard on Kylo's back. "That is the eldest daughter of the Lane family, the most powerful family in Silverlake!"

Alice I was horrified by the request of Raymond. I knew they are wealthy and are capable of anything. My only power lies in my future, after I had graduated from school, I will strive to become a rich and powerful woman and get back to them. But for now, I'm helpless, for the sake of my mom, I'll allow them slap me. "Yes?" I replied. "Kneel before Raymond and bend your head, let him slap you first." Leonard said and I walked to Raymond.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

Alex says slowly, and I just want to fucking disappear and leave this family to its rot, then I turn my neck and see her. My mother. Grace Donovan…or Cross. Whichever the fuck. She stands in the doorway but doesn't come in, just rests her head against the frame and stares through dim eyes at her failure of a daughter who can't do anything right. Does she know too? Do they all know? “You know what's funny?” Sloane asks, choking out a bitter laugh as she turns to Cassian, “I was going to say no. I mean…I'm pregnant. I can't work,” her breath hitches, “I'm fat, and I cry all the time…I would be a corporate nightmare. But to hear YOU say no?”

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.