Beetlejuice Daughter Novels & Stories

He was really freaked out. If Skyler did what he had done to Gary and Gale, Jake would be finished! Immediately, Skyler turned to Jake. "What did you just say, Marcel's daughter?" Jake nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it is the daughter that Marcel Sonnet found back a few days ago. She's also helping Josie. That's all I know!" Skyler's face was grim. And he got lost in thought. After a moment, he said to Jude, "Throw him in the basement!"

"Of course we'll wheel you up to see your daughter. But you can't stay long. You have to get back into bed. We can't have a woman who just came out of a coma running around, can we?" She and Troy looked at each other. Juicy climbed into the wheelchair, surprised to see that two strange people were already there holding her baby. She looked up at Troy who smiled. "Juice, this is my Mom Gladys and my Dad Robert." He had a proud smile on his face. "And this is Juicy."

I tell him and laugh, and I see Beta Thomas' eyes go black. “Thomas, what is happening?” Dad asks him, and Thomas looks at him. “It seems that Jaxon have a sexual relationship with my daughter for some time now. Only this morning, he was so rough on her, ignoring her cries to stop. So she left bleeding heavily, collapsing on her way home.” Beta Thomas tells Dad, who remains completely silent from shock. “Beta, with all reason, Lily wanted it. She wants to be my Mate, and I might let her become that. Despite of what Ayla did.” I tell them, and William beat me again.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

Jimmy grabbed the image from my hands and scanned it for himself. “Oh Fuck — isn't this Bianca Hemington?" Jimmy stated in shock. “Yes, that is her name, Bianca — do you guys know where she is?” Albert inquired. Jesus Christ, Ward, was Pebbles' father. “I'm afraid she passed away four and a half years ago," I declared. “Oh, that's so sad, but wait, did you say her last name was Hemington — as in Sinister Hemington?” “Yes. She was his daughter," I explained.

It was Maison. Jenna smiled and was about to walk over… “Little Bun, we’re here. Come down.” Maison reached out his arm to pull another little girl out of the car. The little girl was dressed in a princess dress with her black hair pulled back into a bun. On her forehead hung a cute little bang and underneath those bangs was a cute and exquisite little face as white as porcelain and as sweet as a doll. Yulia Lockhart! It was Xavia’s daughter!

For those emerald-colored sparkling eyes that, for the first time, encouraged me to do right in my life. I grew up in a rogue family and have done things inappropriate for a boy since I was a child, but because I grew up with almost nothing and my mother always had a weak body, I forced myself to work even as a child, and by work, I mean dirty work, because what else can a boy my age do when he grows up in a rogue family? "Ladies and gentlemen, the bride was here, presenting Adriana, our lovely daughter of Beta." Everyone clapped their hands and yelled excitedly when the announcer said that.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

She said something about not knowing that part of the park existed. We walked in silence as the light from the moon cast long shadows behind us from our frames. The moon goddess must be in a very good mood. The abandoned house was still there intact, looking more creepy and forlorn than it had first looked that night. The night Becca and I had first left Lupestone. I led Jenine into it through the door that was a hurricane away from falling from its hinges. Years ago, I had led ‘mother’ out of Lupestone through this goddess forsaken house. Several years later, I'm leading ‘daughter’ back into Lupestone through the same damn house. The irony.