Novel & Cerita Slender Man Daughter

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

An irritated voice echo throughout the house, those outside wondering what was going on, while those inside, could only sit and watch as their daughter explode in enthusiasm. She had every right to be indignant, they had failed as her parents and guidance. Pursuing their daughter into a loveless marriage was not what they wished for but they had no choice. “Please, try to understand…” the father tried to calm his furious daughter who was breathing like someone who had just run a long race. Scarlett Stones, a 20 years omega, her body was what you could call feminine. Her shape was that of a pear, a tiny bust which was hidden behind a baggy shirt and pants that concealed her large hips and cur

“At her funeral, I publicly called Frank a scumbag. I told him I would never forgive him for what he did.” I clenched the edge of the bench. Sloane looked away. “Ayda deserved better. And so does her daughter.” Her daughter… My heart thudded. Ayda had a daughter. A baby she died bringing into the world. A daughter whose existence Frank buried. A daughter erased from history. My fingers trembled. “Sloane…” My voice broke before I could finish. “Ayda’s daughter… what happened to her?” Sloane shook her head. “I don’t know. Frank took the child. He never allowed me to see her.”

he assures me. I want to believe that. I want to believe our claws and teeth and sharpened instincts are enough to keep the world from splintering. But the cracks aren’t in the walls. They’re in her. Scarlett. Our baby girl, who’s all grown up, but still mine in every way that matters. The daughter who turned a demon into a man before her eyes cold even focus. The girl who bit my wrist when I wouldn’t let her eat wild mushrooms at six. The girl who cried into my shoulder after her first shift, terrified she’d never be able to walk upright again.

Despite the panic that affected Kyra, she did not lose sight of the condition of Celine, who seemed to be on the verge of losing consciousness. "Celine, breathe, please, you have to be strong, please, for me, I can't stand without you." Is it possible that Zain is still alive, this means that the head of the snake is still swirling around the place, O Almighty!! This is awesome, emerald green eyes, like two rare gems, Talia, he owns Talia, Zayn took Talia, Maxim and Ruby's daughter, her parents' trust. Kaiden rose from his seat, placing his palm on the position of his heart, and Damian followed him at the same pace, clutching the latter on his chest, as if excruciating pain afflicted them.

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I

Shadows that looked suspiciously like coffins. "Where are you going?" He called after me. Without giving him a response, I went to my daughter's room who is fast asleep. We just got back from the hospital since the money for the surgery is yet to be settled. I turned the handle of her room slowly, easing the door open with a gentleness that belied the panic thrumming through my veins. The room was dark except for the soft breath of her sleep. Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

"You're just overwhelmed. You have postpartum depression. How could a cat nurse a child like a human?" Under her consolation, my emotions calmed down considerably. However, when I woke up that night, I discovered that my daughter had stopped breathing. Her entire body had grown cold. I wanted to call for help but found that no one else was in the house. Soon, I became short of breath and died right beside my daughter. Only after my death did I learn that this was all an incredibly vicious conspiracy! My husband, sister-in-law, and even that cat all wanted to steal my body.