Blood Sweat And Heels Daisy Novels & Stories

Daisy I stand frozen in place while Leah walks over to the bed. There lies my pup whose torso is wrapped in gauze. His face is pale but covered in old bruises and his hair dark and greasy from not being cared for. It takes everything in me not to bolt to his side and hold Skylar close.

"But honestly, the idea of waiting until I'm eighteen to get my license feels like a lifetime. I want a sports car and the freedom to cruise these streets today." Jayson stood up from the bed, reaching out to pull Daisy to her feet. "Enough of that. Let’s get ready and get going; we don't want to be too late." Without the slightest hesitation or warning, Daisy began to strip. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, discarding it onto the floor. The movement exposed the creamy, untarnished skin of her chest, showcasing her breasts—full, pert, and perfectly rounded.

he asked again, louder this time and successfully snapping Rain out of her daze. She’d nodded despite the stinging pain in her thigh. She wasn’t going to play injured damsel for something that was just a flesh wound. She sucked in a breath and stood up from the floor, Alexander supported her. He was so close to her that the scent of his perfume became ingrained in her mind. Musk. Roses. Danger. She made she’d created enough distance between them after she was sure she could stand on her own two feet properly. Her thigh stung in protest but she but her lip to stop the sound that almost escaped and still took a few steps back for cautious measures.