Blood Sweat And Heels Daisy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said coldly. There were tears, fear, and despair in Daisy's eyes. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. The vision shattered. Warm liquid trickled from my nose. Daisy frowned in disgust. "Why is your nose bleeding? That's gross." With the birth cert in hand, she turned around and left without looking back. I watched her leave and smirked. I then opened the journal hidden under my pillow. On the first page, I saw words written in my own handwriting.

I didn’t know, nor did I want to. “Healer,” Krimson turned to Daisy. “Please take a sample of my blood for comparison. I think you’ll find it useful for your research.” Daisy got up from her seat and pointed Krimson in that direction. “Have a seat, Alpha Krimson.” He came and took a seat across from me, taking off his jacket and pulling the sleeve of his shirt up on one side to expose the ending of a tattoo. Daisy prepared a humongous needle and proceeded to take his blood. The damn man didn’t even flinch!

The invisible force slammed down over the entire grounds, and every voice died in its throat. But in the very next second, Daisy — who had been sobbing on her knees this whole time — suddenly stood up. In front of everyone, she ripped off her tattered jacket. Bare skin exposed to the open air. Her body was covered in sickening bruises and welts. And crisscrossing between them — deep, unmistakable claw marks.

Daisy's POV Today was finally the big day. I couldn’t be more excited to bring my new idea to life. I woke up before the sun came out so I could take my time and prepare properly. I enjoyed a long, warm bath that made me feel relaxed and ready to face the day. After drying off, I went to my closet and carefully chose an all-white suit paired with my favorite black Louboutin heels. I wanted to look confident, professional, and bold.

One that might have stomach problems? Daisy leads me to her room, the pinkiest, furriest, most sparkling room in the house. One I've been to many times. She lays down in the daybed and gestures at her shoes. I yank off her shoes, ignoring the smirk on her face. My fingers itch in resistance as I move them near her feet, my wolf claws at my head harder than usual but I focus all my energy on my breaths. In and out, inhale and exhale...

Cassian stood there completely alone, powerless in front of the entire elite society, and he was so furious and deeply humiliated that he didn't even notice he was pressing his hands together so hard that his fingernails dug deeply into his own palms. Small drops of dark red blood began to ooze from his skin, dripping slowly onto the clean floor beneath his feet. Killian turned back to me, the terrifying pressure vanishing from his features as he extended his large hand toward me. "Let's go, Daisy, because this party is getting boring." I smiled, placed my hand inside his warm palm, and let him lead me out of the golden hall, leaving my past killers ruined in the dirt behind us.

,said Daisy, obviously lying. "Well I hope you're telling the truth",said Alfred, then he bent down and whispered in Daisy's ear,"For your own sake and hers" "Yes, your majesty",said Daisy inhaling sharply, bowing down and leaving. Then the scene fades again and Zane sees Daisy infront of him, she was sitting on the floor of her house and her dress was soaked with blood, her hands were covered in blood and so was her sword. She was crying, weeping, without sound.

Killam felt the lust cool. "Turn around. Let me get a look at you." He stepped back to examine her merchandise. She cocked a hip, towering in those gladiator looking brown leather platform sandal heel things, then did a slow pivot with a generous sway of her hips. Jabby clapped his hands in glee. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect, Killam?" Daisy's back was to Jabby and her gaze jumped to Killam. She wasn't smiling or even pretending now. Her gaze was molten green and gold.