Mind Control Daughter Novels & Stories

She would never agree to that. I saw her look wildly around for me, and then I saw the bracelets on her wrists. Made from the same silver as her choker, my father had doubled down on his control over her. My daughter's magic was clearly very strong if he had placed those on her wrists, she was fighting his control, though I could see it in the tension in every muscle. She was holding herself so rigidly that it was a good job our people could only see her from a distance. I heard her angry huff when he stepped back into the room and tugged her beside him. Leaning down, he hissed into her ear.

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.

I barked at the man who thought he could give me orders when he was the captured one being hanged upside down. “Before I start can my daughter excuse the premises considering that I will be discussing some sensitive topics.” “No dickhead, your daughter is going to stay here and listen to all the horrible things you did to someone else’s kid and who knows she might learn a thing or two about not being like her evil father. Now start talking!” I ordered and grabbed the hair of the kid tightly. She screamed and sobbed, fear stricken and shaken but I did not let go of her, with every second it took him to say a word my hands were tightening more and more on her scalp whilst her father watched in

She gasps, wondering how I found out about what she has done and to whom. “Turns out, my daughter has a mother who loves her very much. She told me herself. I look forward to hearing what revenge she has enacted upon your disgusting soul in the afterlife. Goodbye... Rogue” I sneer at her, knowing the title with hit her hard. She recoils from me slightly, as if slapped and it brings me joy to see. I feel someone push on my mind link, and step back, allowing it to fill my mind.

Seated in his sleek grey BMW in the parking lot, Bruce dialed a number, frustration evident in his voice. "The pills seem to be having an effect. But why would her father resort to such extremes? Is it not utterly absurd to try to control an adult in such a manipulative manner?" Bruce's irritation was evident on his chiseled face and stormy eyes. How could a father stoop so low as to exert such control over his own daughter? To dominate her life and subject her to physical abuse as if she were a stranger? Did he possess any atom of a conscience in him?

A clear audio recording began to play on loop in front of the hundred thousand viewers still watching. "Son, that woman not being able to have a child isn't going to work forever." In the recording, Fiona's voice sounded sharp and vicious. "I got something strong from Mr. White outside. Just slip a little into her milk every night. Once it kicks in, you can do whatever you want. She won't resist." Matthias's voice followed right after. "You really know what you're doing, Mom. That stuff won't kill her, right?" "It won't kill her. At worst, it'll just make her a bit slow in the head. The dumber she gets, the easier she is to control. And if something goes wrong, we'll just say she's mentally

He was being mind-controlled by the sound of her voice and wasn’t acting on his own consciousness anymore. My gaze stretched as I realized who she had called out. It was the same Praised Brother Cayden had flung away, the same one who had a little daughter. My heart rate shot up above average. “Natgy. Please don’t do this. Let’s figure something out. There’s absolutely no need for this!” I pleaded, my volume revealing my fear. “Stop this madness, Natgy!” My mother voiced, taking the more aggressive approach but Natgy wasn’t really paying attention to either of us.

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.

"What! Levi? So you'd believe or rather take the word of a rookie just like that? I know my children and I'm telling you that it's an allergy. How often are you home? How much do you even know our kids? Dr Boyd or whatever your name is, I am sorry but I decline. As the mother, you do not have my consent. Now get out if you've got nothing else to say!" Wow!. I can't believe my ears. The door closes and at the same time I hear the snapping of fingers. I feel my dad's breathing getting too relaxed like he's just fallen asleep. I hear those mutterings again. I already know what's happening. I have understood why nobody ever found out. This monster of a mother would simply erase there memories or

THERE I AM, STANDING AND swaying like a palm tree in the middle of a hurricane. I can't help but think, "What in the world is happening nowadays?" I mean, I was sure I had this guy under my mind-control to leave me alone, but I guess not. Could it be because I've been downing animal blood instead of human? It seems like my mind-control abilities are fading fast. First, it was Chloe—though maybe it was Casper who broke the mind compulsion on her—and now this kid? So now any random teenager can resist my mind-control? It's becoming a joke!