Slender Man Daughter Novels & Stories

The business man; his birth, his daughter’s birth, his daughter’s death and his wife’s suicide. They all ignored my presence, not knowing I was there. Not knowing a thing about me. But I knew everything about them, their dreams, their fears, their thoughts. Until it started building up, it led to a crescendo that I was powerless to stop. So, I screamed letting my voice fill all the cracks of all the pain I felt. Then it stopped. The voices, the memories they all stopped. And then I heard a faint voice. “Sorry. If I could just get this for my daughter.” I would recognize that voice from anywhere.

Instead, I smirk at this girl and say, “You know now never to mess with me. I may be nobody, but you don’t insult me, you don’t push me, because I am going to give you more than slaps in return.” Just then, a loud, commanding voice echoes in the room, “How dare you hurt my daughter?” making the hairs on my skin stand. A man walks forward, his dark gaze centered on me. The girl I slapped runs towards the man, wrapping her arms tightly around him as he rubs circles on her back while whispering soothing words to her. What are they, five and ten? I shake my head. The man walks close. He looks dangerous, with tattoos all over his body.

"Mom, the precious daughter you loved for 20 years wasn't a heiress who got switched at birth. She was never a Howe. She was the maid's kid. The real Lilith was swapped out at birth and left to freeze to death in the snow. "That maid forged the keepsake and staged the reunion so that her daughter could live a good life. And for the sake of appearances, for a so-called perfect child, you didn't even bother with a DNA test. You welcomed her with open arms while treating your real daughter like dirt."

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."

Lancer looked toward the little girl standing far away from him, quietly explaining. Now that he looked closely at his daughter after a long time, only now did he realize.. how Ana became so thinner, far thinner than how he remembered her from the past. As if, she can be blown away easily by the wind. Her favorite oversized sweater, hung loosely over her shoulders, making her seem even more smaller. Those pair of dull eyes had dark circles beneath them, as her breathing was quieter.. too weak. “Really?” Ana pursed her lips, revealing a dot on her cheeks, as she chuckled in quiet mockery, “Whose father will skip their daughter's birthday if they dont know they have another daughter outside?”

“My da is a leshy, and I have no mother at all. I am here to speak to Morena, the woman who abandoned me to nechist, to become a toy of Baba Yaga’s.” Capitol Hill traffic spilled by outside, and I could see through the window Snegurochka’s son, my daughter’s guardian. He was smoking a cigarette, perhaps to calm his nerves. I supposed he wanted to give my daughter time alone with her negligent mother, to hear my answers in privacy. “I did not abandon you,” I said, stepping out from the workshop where I was pressing fern flowers for their nectar. “I gave you the best possible upbringing with Buyan’s best king and a legacy you deserved. A chance to become the goddess Buyan longed for.”

I loved it, too. My entire body trembled as the man grinned. He sank to the floor and grabbed his dick. "Then go for a ride, slut!" The two sex slaves filmed me crawling onto him, my big tits jiggling. My daughter scrambled up. She watched eagerly as I straddled the stud and grabbed that big dick I had cleaned. I pressed him into my cuntlips and shuddered. I plunged my cunt down him, moaning in delight. "Ooh, Mom, such a slut!" she gasped and threw her leg over his face. She planted her shaved pussy on his face. "Ride him, Mommy!"

"You have to fight through it." But then something strange happened. Through the pain, I started to see things. Like dreams but more real. I saw my father when he was younger. He was standing in front of a beautiful woman with long black hair. She was crying. "Please don't do this, Lazarus," the woman said. "She's just a baby.” He smiled like someone who's on a mission, "She's our daughter," my father replied. “She's not just our daughter.” But the next to take over my throne. "And she will be the most powerful vampire that ever lived."

A more recent picture than the one of the thirteen fourteen year old we found in the house. Oliver urges me to continue as I stumble around the right words. He nearly shouts for me to spit it out. I cut right to the point. “Reedus isn’t her father.” Oliver’s request of ‘who’ goes unheard, lost to the static in my head. “Drystan.” The demon king. The pages say it all. Reedus believed that she was his until he heard of a girl on demon lips during partols. They called her the daughter of blood and nightmares, blessed with gifts from Drystan himself.