Novel & Cerita Travis Kelce Daughter

Travis sounds nonchalant now. “This morning he nearly winded me in training with a kick to the gut,” Kelly speaks up. “Have you mated since then?” Travis asks. “Once,” I answer thinking what does that have to do with anything. “‘If you really can’t hurt her, I mean at all, she may be pregnant. Very early stages only a Lycan would know. Call your mother to see if she can visit. Or is she still there? If not I’ll send one of our healers out. Your mother told me this is the same Beta’s daughter who was born under the full moon on your birthday 18 years ago right.” Travis is smiling.

Tears cut clean, pale tracks through the soot on his cheeks. "They... they have my daughter, Kael," Vance choked out, his voice cracking into a ragged sob. "In Chicago. A month ago... two men in a black van pulled up outside her school. They sent me a picture of her sitting in the back seat with a gun to her knee." I froze near the doorway, the hot surge of anger in my chest suddenly turning into a cold, heavy knot of sick empathy. Kael’s grip didn't loosen, but his storm-gray eyes flickered. "You should have come to me."

We flew to John's Hopkins for a consult, and were accepted into the trial. They harvested from both of us, and after several attempts a viable embryo was produced, and the little warrior hung on to be our daughter Cecilia. Luckily Sarah wasn't the first to give birth from the trial, that honor went to a couple in Florida, along with the media circus that went with it. All we got was a story on the nightly and a write-up in the paper. I didn't cry about that. I do remember staring at her, ten perfect little fingers and toes. Sarah's and my daughter, in every way. I love all my children dearly, but that was special. And now she was graduating high school.

He announced and stepped to the side to reveal a rather tall woman. I'm guessing she's at least 5'9. I won't lie and say she isn't my type but she is. She has the perfect body type that I've held different nights. Just with different faces. She's a brunette beauty and I won't deny that, but as our eyes connected, I felt nothing but lust for her body. Still, I did not show it on my face to not offend her. Travis stood up and held his daughter with a proud look on his face. "Alpha Leonel, meet Zella, my one and only daughter."

Josephine tried to speak up for Megan but zipped her lips shut when Megan glared at her. The mother and daughter went to pack in their rooms together. Now that the show was over, Kelsey prepared to leave. “Kelsey, wait a minute!” Charlie suddenly called out after her. “What's wrong, Dad?” Kelsey turned around in confusion. Charlie went to her and made a gesture out of apologizing to her. “Kelsey, you must have suffered a lot over the years! I have been fooled by Megan for too long, I always knew you were my daughter and that…”

Unfortunately, life was a bitch and what I wanted had never mattered. "I hear you're in discussion with Mr. Ellis." The investor peered at my father curiously. Michael Moore put up a brilliant act of acting confused. "You mean Senator Ellis? Those are merely rumours. Travis and his daughter are going out, so the rumours are unsurprising." "We're not_" My father spoke over me. "I haven't met her father yet, but I can tell you that she's a good girl, a perfect match for my son. She even flew out to support him at his game yesterday."

Sean asked. Catherine lifted her chin. “It shows a 99.99% DNA match between Drake Ashford and Keira Valencia.” The room froze. “They’re siblings.” The words landed heavy. Jayce straightened fully. “You’re saying Drake and Keira are biologically related?” “Yes.” Catherine’s voice cracked — convincingly. “Keira is Edward’s daughter. My daughter.” She pushed the old photograph closer to them. A younger version of her stood beside Uncle Edward, arms around each other, intimate and undeniably close.

And she had a piece of me. A knock sounded behind me and broke the tender moment I was having with my son. Irritation shit through me but I stamped down on it when I smelt my Beta's scent. “Did you get the info?” I asked without turning around. “Yes, Alpha. Her name is Celeste Grayson and she's twenty-three years old. She recently reunited with her biological family after discovering she was kidnapped as a baby.” I slowly turned, brows drawn in shock as I held my baby gingerly. “What?”

“I’m Augustine but you can call me August.” “Clementine but you can call me Clem or stupid because that’s how I feel right now,” I said and he gave me a puzzled look. “Since you’re only here because my daughter is trying to find me a husband.” Something I didn’t even want. August shook his head. “I think it’s adorable, it’s not like Aaliyah is a random kid. She’s talked about you a lot before. Actually,” he paused to run his hand through his hair sheepishly. “I’m pretty sure she’s trying to play matchmaker because of a comment I made last week.”

Celine's mother-in-law asked as she approached Zack. "Maybe being taken care of inside, Mom," Celine's father answered, holding his wife's hand. "You guys are late. They came in, making a fuss. Celine has safely given birth to our daughter, who is as beautiful as her mother. Moreover, we have agreed on a name for her, Eve Cathleen Howard," Zack said, exhaling impatiently. Celine's and Zack's parents exchanged glances. The in-laws held their breath and tried not to laugh, but eventually, their laughter burst out together. Zack shook his head at the behavior of his and Celine's parents.