Marilyn Manson Daughter Novels & Stories

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

"Elisa, don't worry. It's just while Rita is recovering. We'll remarry once she's better. You know that I love you. After all this is over, I'll still be your husband and Ivana's Papa. We'll still be a family." Ivana… I snapped out of my daze. Right, Ivana Fulci was my daughter. I still had her. "Mamma," Ivana's voice rang out just in time. "Ivana—" I turned to her, about to pick her up, but she spoke with confusion in her eyes. "Mamma, Papa's doing this to help Zia Rita get better. Why don't you understand? Didn't you always tell me not to be selfish? Mamma, Zia Rita is such a good person. Don't you think what you're doing is selfish?"

When she caught sight of Serena standing in the dim hallway, she startled. "Ms. Morales?" she hissed, quickly pulling Serena into the shadowy corridor and away from the door. "What are you doing here?" Serena had always suspected things weren’t right between Marilyn and Vincent, but tonight, that suspicion solidified. Still, it was clear Marilyn was clinging to hope. “Marilyn,” Serena began gently, “last time I was in the elevator, I overheard Vincent talking to his mother. He’s involved with someone else—the daughter of Sunshine Real Estate, May Tan. I saw them together at a party.”

for sixteen years. "No," she whispered, scrolling through page after page of recognition her daughter had earned in secret. "That's not possible." But it was. The evidence was irrefutable. Her disappointment, the child she'd written off as worthless, was D.R. Dares. And if the rumors about Magnus Gibson were true... Marianne sank into her chair, her carefully constructed worldview crumbling around her. She had made a terrible mistake. “I need to speak to her father.” -Why?- Her wolf huffs, -To pretend you care about our pups now? Like his going to listen to you now, you broke his heart, the hearts of our pups and for what, something you thought should have been yours when the Goddess said ot

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

My father is Horatio Finn. He is one of the most important businessmen in the world today, he's an important CEO and I am his only daughter. Everyone is after him, although they always respect his privacy since the accident with my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. All 3 of us were there, so my father and I, surviving, had to go to a lot of therapies and support each other all this time, for that reason, we are so close. He is my best friend.

I thought I was prepared until I was truly faced with hostility. "Is that…" Susan trailed off, catching my attention. "Well well… look who just walked in. If it isn't Little Miss Marylin herself,"she sang. I turned my head to the door since my seat was backing it. Marilyn strode in with her usual pride hanging off her shoulders and her minions around her. She looked like the boss-- typical rich and popular girl with her little goons. She was all grown up now and even more beautiful in person. She looked like a mini Louise-- nothing like Malcolm but that attitude, she was his daughter, alright?

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

I spoke to her in the calmness tone I can. "Look, I appreciate you thinking I'm that Monalisa but I'm not. I'm Monalisa Jayden James Bruno, that's who I am. So please, do not bug me, otherwise my brother's bodyguard is going to deal with you and she means business. so stay far away from me and go look somewhere else for your Monalisa daughter. Would you mind stepping out of my way, woman? "You're my Monalisa. My daughter. I've missed you so much. I want to hold you in my arms and hug you and kiss you. I want to tuck you in and watch you sleep. I miss everything"

Snickers Emily, causing Iris to laugh through her nervousness. It's her first time going somewhere at this hour without any of the guards or her father himself.Yeah,she is now considered an adult but yet she has to be dependent on others. It's a whole level of frustration. So, it makes her feel lucky that she has managed to develop friendship with these girls.Earlier this year,she didn't have much friends till she was enrolled into Milestone University. It's not like that she isn't friendly or social enough. She can be defined as one of the most cheerful and friendly and sometimes funny people. But due to her father's overprotective nature she wasn't able to make many friends.Her father is