All Chapters of Don't Stop, Daddy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

For a moment, no one moved. The open door gaped into the white-out night, the storm screaming into the threshold like it wanted to swallow the entire lodge whole. Snow hurled itself against Rowan’s boots, wind clawing at the frame. But there was no one standing outside. No footprints. No shadow. Nothing but chaos. Rowan scanned the porch with his gun raised, jaw clenched tight enough to crack. Lila clung to Sierra’s arm. “Close it Rowan, close it, close it!” He didn’t respond. His flashlight beam swept over empty snowdrifts and swirling flakes that erased everything faster than they could land. Vivian stood behind the girls, one hand over her mouth, shaking. Sierra couldn’t move. Her own heartbeat drowned out the storm. She heard that voice still whispering against her ear, slipping under her skin. Sweetheart. She was trembling, but not from the cold. Rowan finally stepped back inside and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked sharply. He threw the deadbolt, then the securi

The door shuddered under the force of the last knock.Rowan stood perfectly still, every muscle locked so tightly it hurt. The metal poker felt like it was melting into his palm. He didn’t dare look behind him not at the girls, not at their terror because if he looked, he might break.Another knock. Three hard raps.“Sir,” the voice called through the storm, firm but not aggressive, “please open the door. We’re here to help.”Sierra whimpered, curling tighter into herself behind the sofa. Aria pressed her forehead against Sierra’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.Rowan took a slow breath, willing himself to think past the panic.If he opens the door and it’s Damien or someone Damien forced he exposes the girls.If he doesn’t open the door and it really is law enforcement, he risks losing the one chance of outside protection.And worst of all…Damien was outside.He had seen him.That single flash of lightning had lit Damien’s face in a way Rowan would never forget: calm, confident, almos

The lodge felt smaller now. Every shadow stretched too long, every corner swallowed the dim light of the lightning flashes. Even in the reinforced utility room, Rowan felt exposed, every instinct screaming that they weren’t safe.Sierra pressed against him, shivering despite her heavy blanket. “He’s here… he’s really inside,” she whispered, her voice breaking.Rowan tightened his grip around her. “I know,” he murmured. His eyes flicked toward Aria, whose expression was a mixture of courage and fear, trying to steel herself but trembling anyway. “But we’re not going to panic, not yet, not for him.”Aria nodded, swallowing hard. “We can’t let him see fear. That’s what he wants.”Rowan’s gaze swept the barricaded doorway and the utility room’s shadows. He had barricaded what he could, but Damien didn’t need an open door. He had a way of finding gaps, exploiting every weakness, making their minds betray them.A low, deliberate tap echoed from the ceiling above. Rowan froze, listening. The

The crawlspace was close, suffocating. The air smelled of damp earth and wood, thick with tension and fear. Rowan pressed himself against the wall, his back to the corner, gripping the poker tightly. Every nerve in his body screamed alert, every instinct on edge.Sierra huddled against him, shivering violently. Her small body trembled like a leaf in a storm. Aria knelt beside her, arms wrapped around Sierra, trying to be strong, trying to shield her. But Rowan knew it was only temporary.Damien was close. Too close. The shadows had a pulse, the darkness a heartbeat, and Rowan could feel it pressing in from all sides.Another whisper soft, deliberate, seductive in a way that made his skin crawl:“Rowan…”He didn’t flinch, didn’t respond. Rowan had learned long ago not to react, not to give Damien any satisfaction. But the whisper had a weight, a pressure, that made it impossible to ignore entirely.Sierra gasped, burying her face in his chest. “He… he’s right there. I can feel him. Rig

The storm had not relented. If anything, it had grown more violent, hammering the lodge with relentless fury. Every crash of thunder and streak of lightning made the shadows dance like living things across the walls. Rowan’s heart pounded in rhythm with the storm. Every instinct told him they were running out of time.Sierra pressed against him, trembling, her small hands clutching his shirt as though her very life depended on it. Aria crouched beside her, fists tight, jaw set, trying to hold herself steady. Rowan could feel their fear radiating outward, mixing with his own but he forced himself to remain the anchor.Damien’s presence was everywhere. It pressed against their minds like smoke, curling around every thought, every heartbeat. Rowan had faced him before, but never like this. Never so close, never so tangible, never so threatening.A soft tap echoed from above a calculated, deliberate sound. Rowan froze. Every muscle tensed. Lightning illuminated the hallway just enough to