Sly Stallone Daughters Novels & Stories

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.

Kylie cried as she explained. Selena patted Kylie on the head. “Good girl, don’t cry, don’t cry!” After comforting Kylie, Selena stood up and her face turned icy cold in an instant. “Rachel Linsay, you’re going too far! Your son fell on his own and you blame my daughter? Moreover, Kylie is not a b*stard child. She has a father!” “She’s a b*stard child. Definitely a b*stard child. Mommy said so. A child without a father is a b*stard child!”

I knew she was lying the moment she said it. Sully shook her head. “I see. It must be more painful for that son of a bitch,” Father said and laughed. Sully barely ate anything the whole time. She kept picking at her food and glancing down at her chest. That morning, I did some research on Sully’s life. She was the second oldest daughter of Gran Star and Shelly Star. I knew about Sully, but never saw her before. I never attended the banquets. That was Rose’s job. Sully loved books and she barely went out. The only time she joined a banquet was on the Prince’s coming of age banquet.

Sage had hurt me with his words this morning, and I just wanted to avoid that terrible moment in the future. “And you are?” I replied with the same energy she tossed my way. “Sloane Wande, daughter of the late Beta Wande and ex-major officer of the SilverWolf Military.” She introduced with a hint of pride in her tone. “I heard about your arrival, but I have just been too busy to meet you in person.” She smiled, but it was clearly fake; however, I was taken aback when she stretched out her hand for…what exactly? A handshake?

Every movement sent pain through his chest. Haley tilted her head, a faint smile on her lips. Her words, however, were ice cold. "Didn’t you say I’m a bastard and not your real daughter? If you’ve got the guts, go find your real daughter to pay for you." His real daughter, Xena, was currently locked up in the police station. Joe’s face turned even paler, his finger trembling as he pointed at Haley. "You’d better get Xena out, or else!" Sick as he was, his threats carried no weight.

I stayed in between my mom and dad as the priest preached concerning death and life after death. When I caught sight of Stella, I froze. She was standing tall, draped in black lace, her face sharp and unreadable. She didn’t look like a girl anymore. She looked like someone who had just inherited a throne. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. She’s Tony’s daughter? I almost stumbled forward, but I held myself together. She had just lost her father? Why did she act poor when she had a billionaire father? After Tony had been laid to rest, and people extended their condolences to Stella, I heard whispers on how she was the only Amazli left, and Tony had just signed her in the family register at the

“I have great news!” I relaxed back into my chair and steepled my fingers. I’d be the judge of whether it was great or not. I nodded so that he’d continue. “Clementine changed her name to Candice Starling. She has two daughters. One is nineteen years old, and the other one is fourteen years old. Both are hybrids. The older one is part werewolf.” My lip curled in disgust. I guess that I shouldn’t be surprised that Clementine lowered herself enough to become pregnant with a beast’s spawn.

The live streamer, Orla Brown, waved my student ID around smugly. "Take a look, everyone. The mistress is so cunning. Not only does she deny that she's a mistress after being caught, but she's also lying by claiming to be the guy's sister." She held my student ID up to the camera and said, "Her name is Silvia Felton, and she's a sophomore at Avant Design Academy. How can you claim to be Claude Stark's sister when you don't even have the same last name?"

The Sterling Proposal (Sloane) The news detonated inside my skull with a silence louder than the gunfire I had just heard on the line. Three cribs. Clara. Celeste. And Sloane. I stood in Cavallaro’s solarium with the finished triptych drying behind me and stared at nothing. My name. My name in Adrian’s Geneva nursery. Either the child was lying, or she had been taught a script the way everything in the Blue Room was scripted, or the impossible was true. Sloane Rivera, raised in a failing Brooklyn brownstone by a frightened mother and a collapsing father, was biologically a Hart.

Used it as a free pass to be rude and act like she was above us all. "Jasmine Sharon Byrne, daughter of Delta Jason Byrne and Carmen Byrne" again the pack silently clapped as the warrior cane to fetch the beautiful girl who wore the same confidence Theresa wore. "Lydia Carmen Smith, daughter of Warrior Daniel Smith and Wesley Smith." She stood up slowly looking around nervously, and her fathers gave her an approving nod, and she silently followed the warrior to the back door.