Slender Man Daughter Novels & Stories

“Welcome,” Jennifer, Slater’s daughter welcomed me at the door. She was a slender, auburn haired woman like her father. Her friends stood behind her and their eyes were full of curiosity. I knew their mouths must be itching to start talking about me and I had come prepared to be talked about. I would dominate the scenes from now on. I would make sure my name was on everybody’s lips starting my from now. That way, Cassius would have a harder time killing me.

“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 smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of her throat until she no longer had a voice crying out. the present: Lamara rose from her nap, screaming in her throat, "I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, and Damien's girlfriend....me....me...." Celine entered her terrified of her loud screams that filled the palace, and found her curled up in the corner of the room, covering her trembling body with her arms and screaming from her throat. She approached her to find that her wrists were covered in dark red blood, closer to black than to red.

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

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!"

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 didn’t finish saying those words, when a shadowy figure appeared in my room. “You thought I couldn’t send one of my minions? You might have put that protection spell against me, but it sure didn’t work against them,” he said. I tried to hold on to my daughter, but the man was stronger and yanked her away from me. “No! Give her back to me!” I screamed, trying to get out of my bed, but he made a rope appear and tied me up from the bed rails. “Kieran! Eliphas!” I called them as the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke with my daughter in his hands. He had taken her and I couldn’t stop him.

“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?”

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.