Novels by Daisy_D

Lizbella POVI needed coffee. Waking up this early was slowly draining whatever life I had left. The clinic was already busy, voices murmuring from the waiting room, paperwork piling up on my desk. I rubbed at my temples, inhaling deeply. It was barely 8 a.m., and I was already wishing for the day to be over.The whispers didn’t help either. Ever since Briar had been caught up in the council’s drama, people kept looking at me as if I were guilty by association. They came here with fake smiles, eyes curious, questions hidden behind careful words.“Liz,” My assistant, Jenna, peeked into the room with a forced casualness that fooled no one. “There’s someone here—asking about Briar again.”I sighed. “Who is it now?”She hesitated. “Just a couple women from town. Asking if it's true—what everyone's been saying about her. They seem… eager.”I waved my hand, frustration prickling beneath my skin. “Send them away. Tell them Briar hasn’t done anything wrong, and neither have her children. And

I shouldn't have been able to breathe.But I could.The water around me felt cool and gentle, cradling me like silk, brushing against my skin like soft whispers. My lungs expanded easily, naturally, as if I’d been breathing underwater my entire life.My feet touched something solid, smooth like marble, yet shifting gently beneath my toes. I looked down, my eyes widening. The lakebed wasn't dark or murky—it was luminous, lit from within by a soft glow that pulsed softly like a heartbeat. It wasn't mud or stone beneath me, but polished, opalescent pearl.I was standing at the edge of a sprawling underwater city.A siren court.Columns of coral and ivory towers rose high around me, delicate strands of seaweed and pearls draped elegantly between them. Figures moved gracefully through the space, their tails shimmering with colors I’d never imagined—deep indigo, vibrant turquoise, radiant gold. The water hummed gently with their songs, a melody so subtle and lovely I found myself drawn to i

I was stressed—mentally, emotionally, whatever word lived at the edge of burnout. That was me. My thoughts felt loud. My body too still. And everything Theo had said kept echoing in my skull like a warning bell I couldn’t shut off.I curled up in one of the oversized chairs in the living room, legs folded beneath me, arms wrapped tight around a throw pillow that did absolutely nothing to help.The Kings were around, of course. One on the couch, one by the window, the other pacing near the hallway like he was mentally preparing for a fight that hadn’t started yet.“So,” I said finally, voice scratchy. “If any of you have advice on how to shut your brain off when you’re overwhelmed and probably turning into a sea monster… now would be the time.”Kylan grinned, throwing a piece of chocolate in the air and catching it with zero effort. “Sex.”Kai didn’t even flinch. “Meditation.”Kylan groaned. “That’s just sex but alone and sad. Which is almost like masturbatiom but more…lonely.”Kieran,

Theo didn’t flinch. “That’s why I’m here. You were never meant to figure this out alone.”I opened the book with trembling hands. And I didn’t say a word when the pages glowed faintly under my fingertips.They pulsed like a heartbeat—soft and rhythmic—then flared, a sudden shimmer of light washing over my skin. My breath hitched. The room faded around me. The voices—Kylan’s, Theo’s—fell away like whispers behind glass.And then everything disappeared.I wasn’t in the room anymore.I was standing in the middle of chaos.Fire.Screaming.Blood smeared across the shore, staining the sand like rust. Bodies everywhere—sirens, wolves, men with shields marked in the Guardian’s crest. Their blades glowed blue. Their eyes shone silver. Magic rolled off of them in crashing waves.The sirens were losing.I turned toward the sea. Dozens of sirens thrashed in the surf, their songs twisting through the wind, frantic and furious. Some had lost their tails, bleeding out where fins used to be. Others

Kai wanted to throw hands at that statement.“Both and neither? What’s that even supposed to mean?” His eyes had changed color. His Lycan was close to the surface now—too close. That steel-grey had gone almost silver, the tendons in his neck standing out as his jaw clenched tighter.I took a small step back, instinctively bracing.Theo didn’t flinch. He just looked at Kai like he was mildly inconvenienced by the outburst.“Calm down, Kai,” he said, tone dry but firm. “Don’t make this into what happened with Kayla.”The room went still.Kylan flinched.Kieran looked up from where he'd been leaning against the wall, sharp and alert now.And Kai? He didn’t speak. But his entire body tensed like someone had just cracked open a scar with their teeth.I barely heard myself whisper, “Theo—”“I know what I said,” Theo cut in, gaze still fixed on Kai. “And he knows what I meant. This isn't about dragging old grief out of its grave—this is about not repeating it.”“Kai,” Kieran said carefully,

I was anxious, I kept on rubbing my hands against my jeans. The kids didn't go to school today.It’s not as if they had one. The council had the school expel them. It was my fault.I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, watching as Finn pushed toy soldiers across a faded rug and Luna braided the tail of her stuffed unicorn with intense concentration. The quiet stretched thin around us, uncomfortable and heavy, like the calm before a very personal kind of storm.I hated this part the most—the in-between. The waiting. The pretending things were normal when they absolutely weren’t.“Can I ask you something?” Finn said suddenly, glancing up from his imaginary battlefield.I blinked, startled. “Of course.”He hesitated, then said, “Why doesn’t anyone like the Kings?”I looked at him. His brows were furrowed like he was really thinking about it, not just repeating something he'd overheard.I tried to smile, but it felt weak. “What makes you say that?”“People talk funny around them,”

As soon as Rowan’s mother uttered my name, I felt the shift in the air. My heart pounded, but I kept my face composed. This was not the first time I'd dealt with their disdain. But now, here, in front of everyone, I felt their judgment more acutely than ever."Oh, how the mighty have fallen," his mother sneered, her perfectly manicured hand lifting to inspect her nails, as if my presence was beneath her. "Tell me, how does it feel to be dragged into a world you don't belong in, Remi? Still clinging to that ridiculous notion of being with my son, are you?"I opened my mouth to speak, but Rowan's father cut in, his voice deep and condescending. "A woman like you," he said, shaking his head, "from a family with nothing to offer, clinging to the hope of elevating your status. It’s almost... pathetic."I clenched my fists, trying to control my temper. Every part of me wanted to speak up, but I was a guest here, and I knew they would only use my words against me.Before I could form a reply

As we drove home, the car was unusually quiet. Larry sat in the back, arms crossed, staring out the window. Sally, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought, her small hands fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. The tension in the air was palpable, but I wasn’t ready to break the silence just yet.We turned a corner, the familiar streets rolling by, and I couldn’t shake the weight that had settled in my chest. The hospital visit, Rowan’s note, the principal’s stern expression—it all circled in my mind. But none of that mattered as much as what was really troubling me.I glanced at Sally through the rearview mirror. "Sally," I said softly, breaking the silence, "do you want to tell me what happened today?"She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip before finally speaking. "It’s... it’s nothing, Mommy.""Nothing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, it wasn’t nothing. You had an asthma attack, and Larry got into a fight. Something happened. You can tell me."She didn’t res

When I arrived at the school, my heart was racing. Larry getting into a fight wasn’t entirely shocking—he’d always had a temper, especially when it came to protecting his twin brother, Laura. But I didn’t expect a call about an actual fight. Not today.I rushed through the hallways, barely registering the other parents or the stern gaze of the school staff. When I entered the principal’s office, I found Larry sitting in one of the chairs, arms crossed and a sullen expression on his face. Laura, on the other hand, was pale, clutching his inhaler in one hand. The principal, Mr. Horton, stood behind his desk, arms folded, looking less than pleased."Ms. Laurent," he greeted me with a tight nod. "We need to talk."I quickly knelt by Laura’s chair, checking him over. "Laura, baby, are you okay?"He nodded weakly, but I could hear the slight wheeze in his breath. It wasn’t a full-blown asthma attack anymore, but he’d clearly been struggling earlier. I brushed the hair off his forehead, my h

I stepped out of the hospital, pulling my coat tighter around me as the cool evening breeze brushed against my skin. It had been another long day. I was ready to go home, pour myself a glass of wine, and maybe soak in a bath for a few minutes of peace. But as soon as I pushed through the glass doors, I spotted him.Asher Carmichael, leaning casually against his sleek, black car, wearing those damn sunglasses, even though the sun had already set. He looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine—broad shoulders, a tight black T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest, and jeans that fit him just right. His arms, tanned and rippling with muscle, were crossed over his chest, and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.Phew.I rolled my eyes as I approached him, pulling my bag higher onto my shoulder. "How many times have I told you to stop coming to my work, Asher?"He pushed himself off the car, walking toward me with that swagger he always had, sunglasses still on as if he were some sort of act

Rowan's POVI couldn't stop thinking about her.Like some obsessed fool. It was ridiculous, really. Dr. Remi Laurent. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face.Her lips, red and plump, those hazel eyes, her dark wave hair that was in a high ponytail. Every time I tried to focus on work, her voice echoed in my mind. I had met thousands of people in my life, but something about her stuck. It wasn't just her beauty — though that was undeniable — it was the way she carried herself, like she had a world of secrets beneath those eyes of hers.Her words cold, but her voice sweet like caramel. I shouldn’t care. I had no reason to care.I felt like a fool. And yet, here I was, staring at my phone like an idiot, debating whether to do something about it. The screen lit up with my assistant’s contact information. Callum was always the guy I turned to for this kind of thing. Efficient, discreet, and loyal to a fault.I hit the dial button without much of a second thought."Sir," Callum an

I stood in front of the glowing screen in the lab, my eyes tracing the scans of Rowan’s brain. It was incredible how delicate the human mind was—how one moment of trauma could rearrange everything, erase years, and leave you a stranger to your own life. His scans showed the aftermath of the surgery, the damaged areas of his brain that had been repaired, and the swollen sections that had likely led to his memory gaps.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Dr. Carter, one of my colleagues, and good friend, the person who had gotten me my job, entered the room, holding a folder and a cup of coffee. He glanced at the scans and then at me, raising an eyebrow."So, how’s our miracle patient?" he asked, sipping from his cup as he moved to stand beside me.I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to push down the wave of emotions that had been rolling through me since Rowan woke up. "He’s awake, responsive... and smiling."Dr. Carter chuckled. "Smiling? That’s a good sign.""Y

Liana's POVI wanted to spend the day learning more about the castle byt I had no idea where I was going to. Not with how people were giving me strange looks. Down to the maids who came to my room to clean. They were all whispering amongst each other.The whispers started small, faint murmurs that I could barely make out as I walked through the palace halls.At first, I thought I was imagining it the quick glances, the half hidden smirks, the way conversations stopped the moment I entered a room.But then, the rumors grew louder.“She’s the one who killed that councilman, you know,” one of the maids said loudly as I passed by the kitchens. Her voice carried, sharp and biting, and I froze just out of sight.“I heard it wasn’t just the councilman,” another chimed in, her tone conspiratorial. “She killed her own friend too. Olivia, wasn’t it? The healer? They said she died during the week she came and the. She tried to act as Luna to cover it up. Like oh my God.”“That’s right,” the fi

“Wait, wait, wait,” said the woman sitting across from Knox, barely able to contain her laughter. “He kissed her hand?”Her name was Mira, one of the few people in the palace who could get away with teasing the king without losing her head. She was the palace’s head strategist and a close ally to Alaric, though she often acted more like a sister than a subordinate.“Oh, it gets better,” Knox said, leaning back in his chair. “He called her my Luna like he was in some kind of romance novel.”Mira burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “I can’t believe I missed this! Where was I?”“Probably off doing actual work,” Knox replied, smirking.Mira wiped a tear from her eye, her laughter finally subsiding. “You’re serious, though? Alaric actually did that?”“As serious as the scowl he gave me when I told him I was going to tell you.”Mira shook her head, grinning. “Poor Liana. She probably thinks he’s lost his mind.”“He has,” Knox said with mock seriousness.Mira slapped his arm playfully

I didn’t want to see him. But I felt like, out of respect, I should.I gave Knox a look, biting my lips as I glanced at Alaric, who stood there like some stone-cold statue. His gaze was unwavering, piercing straight through me.Knox smirked and nudged me forward. “Go on, little wolf. Don’t keep him waiting.”I shot Knox a glare, but my feet moved on their own, carrying me toward the man who ruled everything within these walls and beyond. The closer I got, the more I felt his presence, like a suffocating weight in the air. His icy blue eyes tracked my every step, unreadable and unnervingly focused.When I finally stood before him, I bowed my head slightly, more out of instinct than anything else. “Your Majesty,” I murmured.Alaric didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me, his gaze dipping to my face, lingering like he was trying to read my thoughts.My skin prickled under his scrutiny, and I dared to glance up, locking eyes with him. For a split second, I swore I saw something

I woke to the sound of knocking, sharp and hasty, pulling me from restless sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was. The lavish bed, the ornate chandelier, the faint scent of lavender,it all came rushing back.A second knock followed, louder this time.“Wake up,” came Knox’s voice from the other side of the door.Groaning softly, I sat up, pushing the covers off. I adjusted my nightie, standing up. “Why? What time is it?”“It’s time to stop pretending this is a vacation,” he said dryly.I dragged myself out of bed, my body still aching from the tension of the previous night. Opening the door, I found Knox leaning casually against the frame, his arms crossed.“Do you always wake people up like this?” I muttered, brushing a hand through my messy hair.He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”“Doubt it.”Before he could reply, the, Elise, stepped in, passing from beside Knox and me. She barely spared me a glance as she moved past, carrying a small bu

I gasped. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and painful. The tears had dried on my cheeks, but the ache in my heart had only grown worse. My hands clawed at the sheets as I tried to steady myself, but the heaviness of my memories made it impossible. I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at my chest but it was impossible. Panic surged through me, sharp and unrelenting, as though invisible hands were squeezing the air from my lungs. I stumbled off the bed, my legs trembling beneath me. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in on me, it felt as if they were squeezing me in. I staggered to the door, wrenching it open, and rushed into the hallway. My bare feet padded against the cold stone floor as I searched desperately for an escape, any place where I could breathe again. My vision blurred with fresh tears, but I kept moving, driven by the overwhelming need for air. A balcony. The double doors stood at the end of the corridor, the moonlight spilling through the gla

Knox led me through the winding halls of the palace, his strides confident and unhurried as I struggled to keep up. My new quarters, as he called them, were located on the eastern wing of the castle, far from the bustling activity of the main hall.When we stopped in front of a massive wooden door, Knox pushed it open and stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter.The room was... breathtaking.Golden sunlight filtered through tall arched windows draped with sheer white curtains, illuminating the polished wooden floors. A grand four-poster bed with dark mahogany frames sat at the center, its plush mattress covered in soft cream linens and adorned with golden embroidery. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows across the room.To the left, a small sitting area with velvet armchairs and a round table stood by the window, and a tall bookshelf lined one wall, its shelves filled with books whose spines gleamed with gold lettering. Acro

I blinked, about to turn.“Don’t look now,” he murmured.Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead.It wasn’t long, or dramatic. Just soft. Like it belonged there.My chest fluttered.I smiled. Then grinned.He smirked. “Now look.”I turned, casually, like it was nothing.Sienna was walking away, fast, heels clacking against the stone path. Her shoulders were stiff. Her head didn’t turn once.“She saw?” I asked.“She saw,” Nate said. “Let her think what she wants.”He stood and slipped his hands into his pockets.“But be careful, Evie. You dig too far, and you won’t just make enemies.”I looked up at him, the smile fading slowly from my face.“I don’t want to find out what happened to Liliana,” he said quietly. “By having it happen to you.”That stopped me.I blinked, caught off guard by the weight in his voice. It wasn’t a warning. It felt closer to a plea.“Thanks,” I murmured, unsure what else to say. Then I turned and walked away before he could see the confusion on my face.Later

Sienna removed her contact lenses, blinking at the mirror as her eyes adjusted to the harsh bathroom light. Her heels were already kicked off, the gala dress hanging half-zipped around her waist. She looked tired. Not in the cute, effortless way either—just drained.Her phone vibrated where it sat on the marble counter.Cohen.She picked it up and answered without much enthusiasm. “Yeah?”“You sure it was smart to invite her?”Sienna rolled her eyes, twisting her hair into a loose bun. “I didn’t invite her, Cohen. Riley did. And even if I had, it’s not like she was snooping.”“She’s been asking questions. Someone’s been poking around Liliana’s name.”“And you think it’s her?”There was silence on the other end.Sienna sighed. “Evie’s too busy playing Romeo and Juliet with Ryder. I doubt she has time to actually dig deep.”“You sound pretty confident. Isn't Ryder her Stepbrother?”“Soon to be. I mean Ryder is hot, I doubt if it would stop her. One day I would catch them in the act. Wou

His lips were warm against mine. He tasted faintly like peppermint and something sweeter I couldn’t place. His hand found the curve of my waist, holding me gently, like I might pull away any second. I didn’t. Not right away.The kiss was good. Soft. Controlled. The kind that didn’t rush. It felt like it should’ve meant something.But it didn’t feel like Ryder.Nate kissed me like he was trying not to break anything. Ryder kissed like he didn’t care if we both shattered.I eased back just a little, enough to see his face. His eyes searched mine, waiting for some kind of answer.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded, then shook my head. “I don’t know.”His brow furrowed. “Too much?”“No,” I said quickly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”He looked like he wanted to ask more but stopped himself. He stepped back a little, giving me space.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to breathe past the tangle in my chest.“I just…” I looked down. “It felt different.”“Different how?” he asked, not unkindl

I should be glad that I am popular, that everyone was looking at me as Nate led me through the crowded gala hall and onto the balcony. I didn't want the popularity though. Especially for such term, felt like drama girl. Regardless, the music thumped behind us, the sound dulled as the glass doors clicked shut. Cold night air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms.But I wasn’t glad.I was tired. Tired of pretending.Nate leaned against the railing, watching me quietly. His suit jacket was half undone, shirt slightly wrinkled like he’d stopped trying halfway through the night. He wasn’t dressed to impress. He never was."You okay?" he asked, eyes narrowing as I leaned next to him.I gave a half shrug. "Define 'okay.'"He didn’t laugh. Just waited.I exhaled through my nose. "I'm avoiding Ryder. You knew that."Nate tilted his head. "Want to tell me why?""I saw something," I murmured. "Something he lied about."He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t push. Just waited.I looked out at t

I stared into his eyes for a half-second too long before I turned away.No smile. No nod. Just... silence.If Ryder was surprised by that, he didn’t show it. But his jaw ticked. Slightly and tightly. Like he was biting down on something sharp.I didn't smile at him and turned on my heels, kept walking without looking back at him. My heart clenched at the feeling of doing that but I didn't care. It's gone. He is a traitor and I don't trust him anymore. I shook my head not wanting to think about the past or him. I didn't want him to ruin my mood. I came here to discover Sienna's goal and use it to my own leverage. I pushed open the glass door and stepped into an exquisite looking ballroom. The ballroom was carved from money—glass walls, black marble floors, spotlights diffused just right to make everyone look more important than they really were. Everything about it was curated for vanity. And tonight? I wasn’t here to blend in.I was here to haunt someone.My crimson dress caught eve

I wore sunshades to cheer practice.They didn’t like that.At all.“Evie,” one of the girls said, tugging her ponytail tighter as she approached, “this isn’t a fashion show.”I didn’t even look her way. Just kept stretching.“It’s the sun,” I muttered. “My eyes are sensitive.”“It’s cloudy.”“I’m sensitive to clouds too.”A few girls snorted behind me. Whispered things they didn’t bother keeping quiet. I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for them. I wasn’t even really here for cheer right now. I just needed to move. To breathe. To focus on anything that wasn’t him.“Where’s Mia?” another girl asked.No one answered.No texts.No calls.Nothing.Vivianne slid into place beside me during warm-ups. Her gaze flicked toward me under her lashes. “You good?”I nodded too fast. “Just busy.”She hummed like she didn’t buy it, but didn’t press either. Thank God.Because if anyone asked one more time, I was either going to cry or scream.And I didn’t feel like deciding.---Later that day, I was in the