Stop It Slender Man Novels & Stories

“Slippery. I… I can’t think straight.” “You don’t need to think.” I sped up, hips lifting off the cushion just a fraction. “Just listen to me. Imagine it’s my thick, rough fingers instead. Pressing right where you need it. Then imagine it’s my cock—pushing in slow at first, stretching you till you’re gasping like you did just now.” A soft, desperate moan filtered through the line.

“We don’t mind. We’re hungry for fights.” I was glad that’s how he thinks but I should not listen to him. I didn’t want to be a burden. After ignoring what he said, I moved to the table where the slender man had stopped reading and was waiting for me to reach him. His bulky partner entered a small room just behind me. “Where’s your man?” the slender man said directly, without preparing me. I looked at him, confused. “What? What are you talking about?” He grinned before he responded.

The video was followed by screenshots of a chat log between Jessica and the staff member. [Once it's done, I'll give you 100,000 dollars. Make sure the photos go up after Juliana arrives.] [Don't worry, Miss Winslow. I'll make sure Juliana's reputation is ruined.] [Do it right, and once I marry into the Fairmont family, there'll be more.] Each message struck Christian like a blow. His fingers began to tremble. Shock gave way to disbelief, then to a darkness that slowly settled over his features.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

] Only two words—no sign-off and no further explanation. I glanced at it for two seconds and deleted the message. Looking up, I saw a blurry figure at the corner across the street. The person was tall and thin with slightly hunched shoulders. The streetlight could not illuminate his face, but I recognized the silhouette. That once straight, upright back now seemed bent under the weight of something. He stood there and did not come over. I did not stop either. The strawberry cake box felt light. I held it in my hands, letting it sway. I got to my door, punched in my password, and went inside without looking back.

By the third day, I stopped trying. That night, I woke tangled in the sheets with a heavy arm locked around my waist. Kieran had shifted back sometime before dawn. He was human again, but only barely calmer. His face was buried against my neck, and every few seconds his mouth brushed my skin in some absent, feverish little touch. “Kieran,” I whispered. “Let go.” His arm tightened first. Then slowly, reluctantly, it loosened. I slipped free, drank half a glass of water, and sat down in the chair across from the bed.

Presenting concerns: five years of silence, severe depressive withdrawal, refusal to engage, prolonged grief response. My fingers tightened around the file. For a moment, the hallway seemed to tilt. Then I closed it. I knocked once and entered. The room was quiet. A boy sat by the window, head lowered, staring at his hands. He was so thin that his tunic hung from him like borrowed cloth. His wrists were narrow, his collarbones sharp, and his dark hair had grown long enough to cover half his face. I walked over and sat two steps away from him. “Hello,” I said gently. “I am Dr. Persephone. Are you Eren?”

An inexplicable irritation rose inside him. 'Is she being serious? She even had the pack issue an official announcement.' "Let her. I'm not going." The Alpha across from him stopped smiling, looked at him, and sighed. "Adrian, why does it have to come to this?"

His leisurely tone and provocative gaze were like those of someone telling off a misbehaving little puppy. The old me would probably have immediately dropped to the floor and begged for his forgiveness when faced with such a condescending attitude from him. However, this time, I felt a deep resolve within me. I wanted to see how far I could push him. I scoffed coldly and said, "And what if I don't? What can you do to me, then?" Johann grabbed me and slammed me hard against the couch, pinning me down. He was so strong that I couldn't fight him off.

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.