Stop It Slender Man Novels & Stories

she strides away. Can my birthday get any better?

“S-stop it, stop it . . . ” “ . . . there’s also Jenny Tillman. You know, the senior who wears the purple eye shadow an the short skirts all the boys like? She pretends she’s really dumb cause when she shows her smarts, her trailer-trash mommy beats her cause she’s worried Jenny is smarter than she is. Then there’s Billy Hopkins,” Bob counted each child’s name off his blue, worm-like fingers, “the fat kid with the black hair an all the pimples? That kid watches way too much Internet porn for his own good.” Bob smirked, twirling a furry finger next to his ear. “He’s a sick puppy, Carolyn. Make sure you don’ bend over to pick up nuthin around him cause he’ll get an eyeful of yer a . . . ”

the slender man chimed in, a false bravado coloring his words. Amelia exhaled in mild irritation, her voice even. "Enough chatter. Come at me all at once and quit wasting everyone's time." The crowd traded uneasy glances, convinced she'd just volunteered for a disaster. The wiry man curled his lip in contempt. “Ha! Never seen anyone so eager to dig their own grave. We wouldn't want to be accused of ganging up on a woman. Frankly, it'll only take one of us to put you in your place." He scoffed, shooting a look at the slender man beside him, "Go on, bet you can make her surrender within seconds."

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."

He stood there with his stupid friends behind him, all of them grinning like idiots. I stormed over, grabbed his shirt with both hands, and screamed in his face, “When the hell are you ever going to stop?!” Henry leaned in close, a nasty smirk on his face, and whispered, “Never.” He started laughing, and his friends joined in. Zoey gently tapped my shoulder. “Zara, let him go.” Henry chuckled. “Listen to your friend for once. Even if she’s dumb.” Zoey pulled my hand away from his shirt and looked him straight in the eyes. “Get out of here.”

Silas turned around and asked, “What is it?” “Stop Miss Thomas!” Tiger roared. Silas immediately pulled Esme out of the car without showing any sort of gentleness. “What is it? Aren’t you letting me go?” Esme said in a scared tone. Tiger then dragged the man over. He then grabbed the man by the back of his neck and pushed him right in front of Esme. “Open your eyes and look carefully. Who is she?!” The man looked at the face that had been molded into Britney’s through surgery and mumbled, “That’s so strange… Why does she look like Ms. Manning from the back?”

Heaving large breaths, she did all she could stop the rollercoaster her stomach had joined without her consent. The defiance in her eyes only angered the man more, he raised his leg as if he were about to kick her, but the blow never came. “Enough!” a second voice sounded, another male she deduced. She quickly looked around the ginormous hulk in front of her and spotted a much smaller, more slender man. Or skeleton she should say, he was so thin and pale she was sure he was the walking persona of death. “What did I say about harming her, you imbecile!”

the skinny man cried, pointing to his now threatened partner. “What did you say? He did this?” “That’s right sir, here I have the tape I got from the school security,” the skinny man said as he bent down and handed him his cell phone. The video footage provided by the skinny one shows the scene where the man who was slapped scratched a knife there to slander the skinny man. Do not forget that the skinny man also apologized for having to help people who were affected by the disaster. Seeing what the skinny man did to his wife, this notorious man forgave him easily. Count as a reward for the good that has been done by him.

"Alpha Kane, you must have heard of me before, right? Mila Clarke? I was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. "We warriors are simple-minded and easily fooled. Amelia is nothing but a sly, poisonous she-wolf, full of deceit and malice. I suggest you give up on her before she tarnishes your reputation." Kane laughed coldly. Then, he swung his fist, punching the werewolf who had just insulted my purity. The person wailed in agony as his teeth scattered all over the ground. "Anyone who casually slanders my mate deserves to get beaten up!" Kane roared.

While the young man stared with stern expressionless eyes, his father's voice fixed his cold gaze on his eyes. "How are you son?" "Usual." As usual... Same answer to the same question asked. Cold, hard, dull and dry and cracked just like arid lands... How are you, however, is a normal question. The answer given in return is usually "I'm fine" and it is a clear answer that will follow. After that, the conversation would go away, but the young man's voice froze both the time and the atmosphere with his answer. The conversation was limited to a few short words, and that was what he wanted anyway...