Slender Man Daughter Novels & Stories

Then this woman said, "Yes what my husband said is true. I still remember what happened, my daughter with the floor defending the vampires, she did not want bloodshed. But it just happened. My husband hid our daughter underground with me. Bloodshed occurs at night. My daughter doesn't let innocent people just die. She tried hard to get out of the house until everything was over. The vampires left, and they didn't get anything. When we came out of the hiding place, my daughter ran to the house of one of the residents. She broke into the house, she found someone was not at home. Since that incident my daughter made a promise that we heard, that she will get this bad man no matter what. Accordi

“He desecrates the gifts you have given us!” My father pauses dramatically. I wait with bated breath. “Well? Did the Goddess save him and his son?” I ask exasperated, unable to wait a moment longer for the answer. My father hangs his head in disappointment. “The goddess never came.” He says quietly. “Why!” I demand. Good has to triumph over evil. That is the order of things. That is how the world works. “Our Goddess blesses us with many things. A wolf bound to our souls, the ability to shift, strength, power, a mate, and free will. That will can be used for good or evil.” He explains. He hands me a slice of watermelon. “Take a bite.”

It was a fiery-haired Grace strapped to a chair in the middle of a bed of wolf's bane. "Or my woman," Thorne turned his polaroid to show me a beautiful woman with expresso skin, full lips, and fear-stricken brown eyes. Her natural hair was mattered with blood as her limp body lay on the cemented floor of yet another cage. "Your daughter is insane," I spat, turning my head away from the image even though I knew it would stain my memories — memories that I would always have with clarity.

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

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.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

I pulled it out, expecting that it was Aiden, but the number was unknown to me. I paused for a second or two before talking into the phone. “This is Emily Roux Moreau?” A cold and familiar voice answered. "You’re lucky, Shenaya. You are Lucky. Aiden came in time before you could meet your end. Which will be done to you by your daughter—or should I say my daughter? But now, I have her. I have my Zoey… and your son, Leo. My blood froze. It was Skylar. "What do you mean, "your daughter?" I asked to be sure I had heard her well.

She has made a grave mistake with him earlier. "What did you think?" The man asked her who was trembling in fear. "You could manipulate my son and get hold of my properties?" The man screamed out of his lungs. Elena closed her eyes with the sound and she didn't have any reply to his question. The man raised his hand to slap her. But Elena caught them right at the moment, startling everyone. The audacity of the little girl. "I am your daughter no matter who is my mother though. So I have the right to live like your other kids" Elena screamed while Elena's father slapped hard on her face.

She glared at Lincoln and continued, "That's what you want, right? To see me die in that mine? So that you can manipulate and use my daughter with no restrictions, right? Not only did you lie to her, but you sent her into prison in your illegitimate daughter's place. Even when she was in prison, you lied to her once again and told her that I was terminally ill so that you could manipulate her into sleeping with a dying man! Lincoln Lynn! Do you even have a heart? Or are you just a heartless beast?" He remained silent. "After that, my daughter became pregnant! A woman who came out of prison without a penny to her name, and pregnant! She ran to seek help from you and you chased her out like yo

The other man walks past her, into the small bedroom where Elara is napping, and a moment later she hears her daughter start to cry. "No," Sable screams, clawing at the floor, trying to get up, trying to reach her baby. "No, no, no. Do not touch my daughter. Please. Take me. Take anything. Just leave her alone." The man with his hand in her hair yanks her back down. She falls onto her side, her cheek pressed against the cold floor, her eyes fixed on the bedroom door where the other man is emerging with Elara in his arms. The baby is crying, her little face red and twisted, her arms reaching out for her mother.