Mr Slenderman Novels & Stories

I said as Ryan sat up a little and flipped the channel back. "Madeline Slate, world famous model, also dating the world renown and hot Ryan Saunders has reportedly been raped?! This beautiful girl has supposedly been attacked by her ex-roommate and some perp! Crazy how some people can be so cruel! Here we have Deputy Manson with us. Deputy, how do you feel about what happened?!" "Well Diane, no woman deserves to be raped. Ms. Slate is no different, my ultimate goal is to lock up the perpetrator and the guy who committed the crime"

I said and copied the phone number from Maya’s phone and left with Silver. ********** A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of Mason’s house. My number one hacker and tracker. He was the best. We both went in and saw him with a girl who stood up from his lap and excused herself to give us some privacy. “Are you sure this guy knows his work?” Silver whispered into my ear doubtfully. “One hundred percent,” I mumbled, and he nodded. “Good morning, Mr. Taylor. It’s an honor to have you in my house,” Mason greeted and dramatically bowed to me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle before he greeted Silver.

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

She pant heavily behind the door before she walked wobbly to her bed. She sat on the bed with her knees drawled up to her chest rocking herself front and backward. She trembled remembering the gory scene she saw earlier. A bloody t-shirt man was tied to a chair. She can't even identify him because of the blood stain on his face the only thing she recognized was that he had long black hair that covered half of his face. A driller was in his knees and his cries filled the room.

"I just... What did you say? A private investigator?" He batted my hand away, taking the napkins from me with a huff. "Stop it, woman. Are you trying to stab me with these?" He cleaned himself up, tossing the wet napkins onto the table. I sank back into my seat, my heart racing. "She checked my background?" I repeated, incredulous. "Yes," he said, running a hand through his damp hair. "And... why did not you tell me you’re the eldest daughter of Maxim Sledge, the CEO and founder of Sledge Group?"

Unlike my brothers, I haven't had my first kill yet since I never really go in missions. Enough about that, I am currently getting ready to go to my best friend, Amelia 'Mia' Lopez's, house. After my shower, I got dressed in sweatpants and a longsleved white top, for make up I put on mascara and lip balm because if I attempt to do anything else, my face would look like a five year old did it (Mia usually does my make up).

she muttered to herself as Trent opened the door for her to come down. " It's Skyler Wang! "Skyler have you seen what is happening online? "Are you the wife of the hidden billionaire? "Can you tell us what Mason Delgado looks like? "Skyler!! Skyler looked left and right feeling shocked, the flashes of light were getting to her eyes and she had to cover her face. ••••• Mason was in the board room, listening to a client explaining something from the projector in front of the boards when Alvin walked in.

He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises. I bet he'd be delighted after I was gone. He could finally be with Laila. My gaze lingered on Mom, Dad, and Simon before I entered the operating room. When the Dragonbone scalpel sliced open my skin, the last shred of healing ability I had was completely destroyed. The wolfsbane gnawed at my bones and tore my soul apart. I stopped breathing entirely as I reached the end of my life.

"The signal is already out. He’s been waiting." The wall-mounted monitors hummed to life. Static flickered for a heartbeat before a face resolved on the screens—dozens of copies of the same man, looking down at them like a digital god. Sloane Silas. He sat in a high-backed chair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He looked impeccable. No scars. No blood. He looked like the man who owned the world, while Abram looked like the man the world had chewed up and spat out.

He looked young—no older than thirty—but something about him felt… older. In the center stood a tall, slender woman draped in crimson silk. Her mask was entirely golden, molded to her face like a second skin. She didn’t blink. Not once. To her right, a pale man with wild curls and a cruel smirk leaned lazily against his chair. His suit was midnight blue, and he toyed with a silver coin between his fingers. The last was a small, soft-spoken woman in a robe so dark it ate the light. She held a staff capped with a black stone that pulsed faintly.