Slender Man Daughter Novels & Stories

Used it as a free pass to be rude and act like she was above us all. "Jasmine Sharon Byrne, daughter of Delta Jason Byrne and Carmen Byrne" again the pack silently clapped as the warrior cane to fetch the beautiful girl who wore the same confidence Theresa wore. "Lydia Carmen Smith, daughter of Warrior Daniel Smith and Wesley Smith." She stood up slowly looking around nervously, and her fathers gave her an approving nod, and she silently followed the warrior to the back door.

I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth in frustration. She was Santino Bruno's daughter, and that man was the definition of scum. He'd left a trail of destruction in his wake, raping, assaulting, and snuffing out the lives of countless women. He had no conscience, no boundaries to his depravity. It was a damn miracle that she'd managed to survive in our world this long. I thought that a daughter of a man like that would've either ended up six feet under or sold off to the highest bidder ages ago. "My parents invited us to their home..." I said, watching her reaction as she flinched. Her gaze locked with mine through the mirror, her expression one of disbelief.

Me, Adrian, and our daughter forever. Skylar. That’s what she would be called. The End

the woman said, her voice laced with cruel satisfaction. The image shifted. Now, I saw a small figure—fragile, motionless, a breath away from slipping into the abyss. Athena. My daughter. Her lips were slightly parted, her tiny chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She was barely hanging on, barely alive— A scream built in my throat. “No—stop—” My voice was raw, desperate. “This isn’t real!” The woman leaned back against her throne, her golden eyes gleaming. “It will be.”

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

Besides, you're a girl, and she has a son to inherit the family business. "She doesn't care about you at all. Only someone as stupid as you thinks she treats you like her own daughter!" Blood trickled from the corner of my lips, but she was not finished. She picked up her phone and dialed my dad's number. "Connor! Bring that homewrecker here, or I'll push her off this cliff!" I turned my head away, not wanting to listen to her manipulations. However, she did not seem bothered and took a photo of me to send to my dad.

A slave had been brought back by our soldiers and according to them, she was spared because she was so beautiful, it would hurt to kill her. Now, that slave is Eva, Alpha Ziegler’s daughter, and as rumor would have it, she was just as strong as her father, if not stronger…

The man wrenched himself free in the confusion, clutched his daughter tight against his chest, and cast a wary glare around the circle of onlookers. "Listen up, all of you. My wife is Sandra Kessler, the businesswoman! "If you want to live, you'd better start apologizing right now. Once this gets sorted out, my wife will bury every last one of you!" I covered my eye and took two steps forward. My voice stayed perfectly calm. "You say it's tap water in that gun. Then spray your daughter with it. Go on, two squirts." The man went rigid. His finger, still wrapped tight around the trigger, began to tremble. He looked down at the girl in his arms, then at the pressure gun in his hand.

"Miss, we arrived too late, and you've had to suffer. Please punish us." Everyone stood frozen in shock, staring at me as if they had seen a ghost. Miss? The Conrad family's eldest daughter? The legendary heir of the Conrad family—low-key, mysterious, and in control of a vast business empire—was she really this woman standing here, the one Aaron had just called a crazy nanny? Aaron stood rigid, the smile on his face instantly petrifying. He whipped around to point at me, his voice trembling. "You've got the wrong person! That's impossible! How could she be the Conrad family's eldest daughter? You must be mistaken!"