Marilyn Manson Daughter Novels & Stories

The girls shook their heads skeptically and left. One of the teachers decided to express her doubts openly. "Uh, Mr. Pearce? Manson always has a chip on her shoulder. You know that, right? She's as stubborn as a bull. Her father is the richest man in Springberg, which doesn't help. She'd rather drop out of the academy than write an apology or anything, Mr. Pearce." "I always keep my promises. If I fail this, I'll quit," Logan declared before leaving the office. There had to be a reason behind Marceline's actions. Why would the daughter of a wealthy tycoon go around demanding and collecting money from others? Was she facing financial difficulties? The logic didn't add up.

His beautiful daughter was as smart as his late wife and he felt proud, knowing that. "You were suddenly pulled away alongside your female companion by a masked man. Can you reveal the identity of that man and why he did that?" Amelia Mills asked again, holding her recorder high as she did. "Ain't you a funny one Ms Mills?" Scarlett chuckled softly. Her enchanting beauty making most of the male reporters ogle her shamelessly. "That was my father's aid. Sure, he did received the surprise way too well," she grinned. "But that doesn't mean he could let me get choked too soon by you know_the media, when I was only just arriving. I hope this answers your question." She said with a professional sm

The sight of my daughter brought was a wave of love and a pang of guilt to my heart. Diane deserved to know her father. I knew that, but I can't give her that. Perhaps if Julian was someone else. If he wasn't Marcus's cousin it would have been different. But right now it is complicated, and I can't bring Diane into this mess. “Mom, you are back!” Diane exclaimed, running to hug me. “How are you my darling?” I hugged her tightly. “Did you have fun today?” Diane nodded enthusiastically. “We played with my dolls, Aunt Sandra said they are very pretty.”

I frowned. “No, it's because she was killed by Marilyn.” “Marilyn?” “Marilyn Rudolph, nineteen years and daughter to Albert Rudolf the gardener. She served as a maid in this mansion, and worked alongside her sister Ariel Rudolf who was also a maid. She was such a sweet soul, couldn't even hurt a fly. Yet, those bastards killed her.” A year dropped from her eyes, which she wiped quickly. Her eyes were filled with pain, it seemed she was close to the Alessia, and I had made her recall painful memories.

“Why is that?” In an old and tired voice, Mrs. Manson replied, “My daughter would have been your age. If she was still alive.” I felt a sting, sharp under my ribs. Her face was weathered and sullen, but not that old, now that I thought about it. I couldn’t imagine Mrs. Manson with a daughter. I watched in silence as she drew my hair back over my shoulders and ran her fingers through the strands. “I don’t like to be reminded,” she said. “And that’s all you are. An ugly little reminder.”

“ Mother won’t take it easy with you, just accept the Money and gift it to someone else if you don’t want it” He said and Vanessa Chuckled. “ I said I’m not interested, Just go. Take it back to her, Warn Alfred not to disturb our lives again. I don’t have anything to do with him after all” She said and He looked at Mandy. “ Let’s Go” He said. “ you Can go ahead, I came with my Car and I still have an unfinished business here” She said looking at Vanessa. “ What Business?” Her Dad asked her. “ It’s between me and Vanessa” Mandy said Smiling. “ Alright then I’ll be going, Make sure none of you do anything to my Daughter” He warned them before leaving.

Madam Diana shielded me further, "She's mine now. You two threw her away, you can't come back here to pick her like she was in an orphanage?" "I will have this place closed down!" My Dad threatened. "Release my daughter if you don't want to see my wrath!" "Your daughter?" Madam Diana smirked, "She's no longer Dorothy McAllen, she's now Marilyn Paltan! A whore! Any girl who steps in here takes a new life, and the old life goes down the trash can!" The headache throbbed, and I felt like fainting. All these strange incidents happening so fast made me wish I could return to the days when I had nothing but this place and my body.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Turns out that Rhonda my maid was actually the daughter of a man named Morris Wilson one of the CEO of one of the major computer companies in London. What made it worse was that when everyone realized that she would have been born while he was in his last year of secondary school. They also found out that her mother was Benedict's mom's sister Marsha. Thomas found it hilarious that the socialites of London were about as bad as high school teenagers with their gossip. I had looked at him and told him truly but the socialites of London were a lot more vindictive. On our way home just like Tristan Thomas joked about how riding in the company private jet spoiled him for commercial flights.

Larry snorted. This negligence was so glaring that anyone who heard the woman say such things about a supposed orphan child who lived with them would know that she didn't get the best of love and attention from the family. “I don't know who you are or what you want from us but don't even say anything to involve my daughter's name. Jeniva Manor is my daughter and she's incomparable” Maria snapped at him. How dare he compare her celebrity high class daughter to that orphan whose father might be some lowlife loser roaming the streets of their city?