Slender Man Daughter Novels & Stories

“It’s too late.” The man had smiled then, a sad, knowing look. “I have a daughter,” he said, voice thick and low. “Fifteen. Her name’s Nova Camille Lawson. Black curls like her mama’s. Eyes too wide, always full of questions. Reads too much. Loves poetry, even when she pretends not to. Smart—scary smart. If you ever meet her… don’t hurt her. Protect her. Please.”

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY DAUGHTER. Emma looked at the woman. The woman smiled. “Now you know who I am.” Emma whispered, “Who?” The woman looked toward the creature. Then back at Emma. “I'm the daughter it lost.” She paused. “And you…” Her eyes turned completely black. “…are the daughter it wants back.” The creature rose higher. And the entire underground chamber began collapsing.

Skyler teased her 20 year old daughter,pinching her cheeks lightly. "Whose daughter am i anyway?"Kassidy asked proudly. "Of course,it's Skyler's child you are sweetheart,I'm so glad things are working out in our favour now" "But mother,we can't just leave her,you know she's not going to give up that easily,if i should suggest,we sell her to a brothel,she would make a fine whore!"Kassidy said coldly not caring to consider the fact that it was her step sister she was talking about.

“Are you so incapable of living on your own that you have to depend on someone like that? “When you were little, you depended on your mother. Then, you depended on your brother. Then, as an adult, you got tricked by a woman. “Come to think of it, I’m now the wife you can depend on. So, why aren’t you listening to me instead?” I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. But I could not put my finger on it. I pressed further. “What did you mean earlier when you said ‘scapegoat’?” The woman put her sister’s clothes back on. Her expression was grim. “I’m Richard Sterling’s daughter.” Richard Sterling was the richest man in our city. “They’re afraid my father will trace things back to them th

I further wished they had the mental strength to recover from this incident when it passed. Quinn, however, had furiously tightened his hold on the man he decided to keep conscious. "What the hell do you want?" The man struggled for breath. "One of those girls." Quinn motioned to one of the girls, a little girl with long black hair and large grey innocent eyes. "That is Julio's daughter." The man paused his struggling and looked up to Quinn in shock. "That's right, I know about your little shenanigans." Quinn smirked in a dark fashion. "You really messed with the wrong boss."

she informs, "Although there's a high chance she died by natural occurrence because there was no evidence of a struggle so we can't really say it's a murder case." It can't be a case of murder. Who would want to kill a woman that hardly steps out of her house except to water her flowers? "Does she not have any other relatives other than her grandson?” My eyes goes back to her porch when they finally wheeled her out into the car. “I don’t think her grandson has his parents around.” This is so awful. <*> "Carajillo, please," I say to the young girl, my acrylic nails drumming against the platinum counter as I wait for my order.

Then a tall figure emerged. Dad told me he had an old friend, who was half-human and half-bigfoot. He was right. The man coming toward us was like a walking mountain, and his white curly hair looked as if he just stuck his fingers in an electric socket. There were smiling wrinkles around his eyes and a bright smile stitched across his tan face. The man's clothes were also covered in dust. "Dr. Ivan, how are you doing?" Dad greeted him with a smile. "Good, good!" Dr. Ivan said then turned to me. "And this must be my little Nikita, an aspiring artist, right? All grown up and breaking hearts!"

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"