Slender Man Daughter Novels & Stories

If it were up to me, I wouldn't even involve myself in a conversation with this man, but since he sought me out, despite the bullshit that leaves his mouth, I feel like he might have some information I could need. "I am a stepfather too. To two sons: Lenox and Atlas." Than states with such pride in his voice, I'm taken aback. Has this guy been running through the forest and eating the funny-looking mushrooms, or has he done some deep research on my family? What the actual fuck is wrong with this ogre? "As," Than takes a step closer, and for some reason, I can't move. "My daughter, As, she resides inside your son. She's keeping him alive, and he's protecting, shielding her."

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.

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.”

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.

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

My fingers tightened around the printed will papers I was holding and all of the information Florian had regarding my father's mistress and her twenty year old son. It made me laugh just thinking about how I thought I was second favourite. I hadn't even been in the equation. Not even Ronan was, but he deserved that. He had been in the equation long enough. "Hello?" I turned, and a nurse gave me a small smile. "Hello." "Who are you?" She asked, her voice polite. "I am his daughter," I said, a small smirk appearing on my lips. Of course, I was his daughter. Only one demon can take out another.

Another couple enters the kitchen resembling Skylar and her mother asks curious, "Are you Kennedy? Daughter of David and Regina?" I shift into my half leopard form and ask in an angry growl, "What business is it to you?" "Twenty-two years ago a couple came to us, seeking help to get out of their clan. They had a five year old daughter named Kennedy and the woman was pregnant, a few weeks away from birth. They left their daughter home asleep, hoping she'd be safe until they returned," Skylar's mother says in a soothing tone and I felt my heart stop. "They were on their way back to get you when we heard screams coming from the woman..."

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.