Slender Man Daughter の小説・ストーリー

Flicking the hood over her baseball cap, she hiked both the backpacks up the same shoulder and spun, looking towards the doorway. A young man with a medium build was sauntering their way. Something about the way he carried himself made him seem dangerous and Terra almost cowered over the connotation. Instead, she squared her shoulders and moved slightly to the side so he could slip past her. “What are you doing, Rich? You can't be here,” the woman at the counter stated while he was still across the room. “I'm allowed to see my own daughter, Jade.” He growled as his voice faded from the distance. He all but growled the words.

And now! He has a daughter who looks exactly like him. She doesn't need evidence to know this slut right before her is Skylar Sean and not Sandra Sean. So all these years she has been this close to her but because of her carelessness, she couldn't identify her. If she had known earlier, this whore wouldn't have gotten Damon alive with her slutty child. She can't believe everything is crushing down her face. How about her son? She doesn't even know who the father is!

"Your daughter consumed us. She ate my family. She tortured us for two years. She's traumatized? She's the victim?" "Yes," the woman said. Simply. Certainly. "She is. My daughter came to your world offering gift. Offering evolution. Offering partnership. You responded with violence. With imprisonment. With torture. You—" "She killed people!" Reaper shouted. "She tried to enslave humanity! She—" "She tried to save you," the woman said. "From yourselves. From your limitations. From your—your humanity." She said the word like curse. Like insult. "My daughter saw potential. Saw what you could become. Tried to help. And you—you punished her for it."

I am now Scarlett Heidi Grey of Birmingham City; the only daughter of the late Paige Grey and the eldest and legitimate child of the chairman of the formidable JP's Enterprise. I can't afford to fool around. I reminded myself; not when my mother's murderer was still breathing fine and living fine and definitely she wasn't fooling around too, knowing my existence has become the bane of her own existence. "Come on, Sky. I want to introduce you to my Dad," I smiled at her. Moments later, I had introduced my Dad to Skylar and he seemed to like her and approved of her stay with me for as long as we both want. He already approved that some time ago anyway, he only just reaffirmed his promise.

She heard a feminine voice from the other side . “ Who is this ? ” Sloan inquires folding her arms “ Your worst nightmare.” The feminine voice replied from the other side . “ Get the fuck out if you have nothing important to say you snitch.” Sloan snapped over the phone . “ Hey! Easy . Your daughter has refused to let my husband be . I carried his baby for good five years and you just push your stepdaughter like she worth it .” The feminine voice spoke in a tone of anger . “ Who are you ? ” Sloan demanded getting pissed off

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.

It was a fiery-haired Grace strapped to a chair in the middle of a bed of wolf's bane. "Or my woman," Thorne turned his polaroid to show me a beautiful woman with expresso skin, full lips, and fear-stricken brown eyes. Her natural hair was mattered with blood as her limp body lay on the cemented floor of yet another cage. "Your daughter is insane," I spat, turning my head away from the image even though I knew it would stain my memories — memories that I would always have with clarity.

Slowly, I retreated my thumb from the hang-up button. "Speak" I finally spoke. "As much as I want you dead, my daughter wants you in her life and it's impossible to change that. I'll let you connect with her for a few years and when she comes of age to see you and you family for the beasts you are, I'll find you and I'll stab you in the heart just as I did to your psychotic father " Sonia spat out without even hesitating for a second and I managed to swallow my anger all through.

The man broke into tears as he watched his wife lay a broken mess on the floor. “I ca…” without giving him a chance to finish his sentence I demanded my guard bring his daughter. She was a sprite young thing. Her hair the colour of honey that fell to her waist. Her eyes bright green. Other than a few scrapes she hadn’t been touched. “Last chance. If you don’t give me what I want, then you will witness your daughter lose not only her virtual but her sanity. Is that what you want?” The man just shook his head. “Then I’ll take it as you don’t give a fuck. Xander, get on with it.”

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."