Mind Control Daughter Novels & Stories

This guy, really is. Aliana sighed, putting her fork on her plate, she crosses her arm. “You know…” instead of answering Lancer question, Aliana started to say, the corner of her lip curling up in some mockery as she remembered the conversation she had with her daughter earlier. “Someone very ‘close’ to you, suggested that I leave you because you’re a scumbag and it doesn’t matter anymore what would happen if I really did it. So tell me Lancer,” she paused, taking the expression of her mate in front of her, “How could I possibly sown discord between you two, when your daughter already dislikes you so much that she came up with such suggestions?” she smiled, her dark green eyes twinkling.

Heat crept up my neck just at the thought of how I’d mentioned him stripping naked—while the very man I was talking about was right in front of me. But, even if the garden encounter had cost me the job, I decided I would stay and see if I could win the child’s favor anyway. If the child didn’t like me or Dominic decided he wanted me gone after all, I figured I would just go and try to find a job somewhere else. “The Alpha’s daughter,” I heard one woman whisper. “I hear she won’t get close to anyone.” I blinked at that. I moved a little closer to the group to hear better.

“You want your daughter back? Fine. Give me your seat on the council. Relinquish all your power, all your influence. You are nothing in this pack from this moment on. Do it, and you can have your lying, manipulative daughter back.” The shock in the room was palpable. They stared at me, mouths agape.

“Your wolf is answering you.” Lyra practically vibrates with joy. Finally, My father steps closer, touches my shoulder gently. “This isn’t full power. Not even close. But this? Your instincts, your vision, your reaction time…. It is the beginning.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Dad…. what if I can’t control it?” “You will,” he says, steady and sure. “Because you’ll train. Because you’re disciplined. Because you’re my daughter.” I look down at my hands-still trembling, still buzzing with faint energy.

“When he took me to the human realm Clarrisa told him to kill me, he refused and told her he wanted to keep me as his new project. I think he enjoys breaking people,” “I don’t think his compulsion was very strong. I think he drugged us to get into our minds and eventually, it wore off. You always did have a strong mind, Mason, I doubt that even when you were a child he would have been strong enough to get control of you that way,” my mum says with a sad smile.

"Get to the jet in ten minutes and prepare to head over to Hiltonia." Before he walked out of the house, Jacob stopped him. "What could be so important that you had to postpone such an important meeting to attend to." "The psychopathic daughter you adopted is testing death. If you don't do something, I'm afraid this will be the last day she'd live." "What could she have done to get you to enraged to the point that you deem it fit to kill her!" Jacob questioned again, staying stagnant on Lucian's way. Barely holding his anger, Lucian spat out, "Your adopted daughter found Natasha in Hiltonia, manipulated her and right now, is bringing back her memory which we locked away. You do know what thi

I said to john through the mind link. I didn't want my daughter to be present when I said this to john because I knew she was already suspicious of me when we left our pack and I wouldn't be surprised if she could mind-link her father, the lesser she knew about what's going on the better my plan stands a chance to be successful.

I said. "Here, she corrupted your brain. This is Charlotte Blackwood, we're talking about. She's a great manipulator, Noah. She wants you to argue and fight with us. She believes in divide and rule. Do you forget how she blackmailed us years ago when she came to take her daughter back?" My Dad said in a harsh tone.

I was numbed on my seat as I watch the cloth covering her shoulder slowly crampled until it was drenched with blood, my daughter’s blood. “Do it!” A roaring voice echoed inside the room. It was hoarse and whole like to that of a devil. That voice. It was her. “No!” My daughter disagreed bursting into tears. I filnched when a warm liquid splashed all over my face. The next thing I saw was my daughter holding the chef’s wrist and on her hand was the fork bored deep in her throat. My daughter let her go and stared at her trembling hands with disbelief. She didn’t want any of this to happen but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Someone– no, something controlled her.

Emilia Burke frowned: "Then am I going to wait here now?" Peterson Burke moved closer to her ear and said: "You should have found a chance to meet MissEnderson . I heard that woman doesn't have any brains, and could easily be controlled. There are some things you can't do with your own hands alone. You have to know how to use everything you can, understand? My daughter? " Emilia Burke looked at Peterson Burke in realization: "Dad, as expected, the older the better." The father and daughter pair looked at each other and smiled, their eyes clearly showing that they were evil.