Sly Stallone Daughters Novels & Stories

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

Mr McGrath asked. " I lied to you, Chelsey isn't your daughter, She's Scarlett's sister." "You mean my best friend, Scarlett's dad is Chelsey's father, I thought you said something happened between us." "It was a lie, I spiked your drink but nothing happened between us. You are heartless Stacey." Mrs luna said shaking Stacey continuously. She received two slaps from Mrs Owens.

"Doesn't she look just like you?" "No, I don't look anything like her." Ashley put her phone away. "Yes, she does. With makeup, she'll look just like you." "What's her name?" "Julie James. Daughter of Henry and Emma James. She's an orphan, adopted by her uncle Jeffrey and aunt Summer Greene. She was an only child of her parents." Creepy. I was convinced she was stalking me from my birth. "How do you know so much about m-her?"

While yelling, his professionalism flew out the window, "That's my little ones! Woohoo! That's my daughters, you guys." I smiled at his demeanor. He is very proud of his daughters. Of course, he should be. If the mere presence of the two causes the customers to become agitated, imagine how much worse it will be when they hear them sing. I'm sure all the boys will drool for them. I'm not exaggerating. I'm stating a fact. The two were accustomed to the attention that the customers lavished on them. They were born to be stars. Hana is dressed to the nines in a sleeveless loose tank top and short shorts, revealing her toned white legs. Her shoes were purple Vans with a high cut. She's already as

As a star, she could meet the paparazzi anytime and anywhere. Serenity sat in her car and felt relieved. "I should have hit her harder with that slap just now." "Mom, one slap won't be enough in the next time. Ten slaps will be ok." Sienna snorted. While Sloane was looking for ice cubes to apply to Skylar's face, she couldn't help but shed tears. When she thought the money she had gotten from Sienna, she took the pity on Skylar who had surrogacy. "Why are you so stupid? Why did you do that? You're still a young virgin!" Sloane cried.

“I ended them. I destroyed them. Stewart Hamish shouldn’t have a foot to stand on, let alone a war chest big enough to ever fuck with me again. The hell is he thinking?” “Yeah, well, rest assured it’s definitely just him and his wife. Fucking piece of work, that one is. Word on the street is, both their daughters are estranged and she couldn’t care less.” “‘Both’? There’s two?” That’s news to me. I knew about the one, the cam girl. I just never considered they’d have more children. It was difficult enough to fathom that ugly fuck procreating even one time, least of all twice.

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?