Blood Sweat And Heels Daisy Novels & Stories

When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.

She noticed a large wound at the back of Chloe’s head so she placed her hand on Chloe’s wound and used ice to seal it to prevent further bleeding. Ivory coughed blood again; she had used almost all her energy. She was already feeling dizzy and didn’t have the strength to get up but she had to. She stood up with the wall to support herself. She opened the door and staggered to the nearest room. Ivory knocked loudly on the door. She had movement from the other side. She suddenly became dizzy. She shaked her head to ward off the dizzy spells, she had to hold on until someone rescued them.

I said, and walked away from them all, leaving them in a horrible silence. I made my way to the restroom, and washed my bloodied hands. Then, I phoned Nicholas, looking at the dark red stains on my white shirt. “Nicholas, I might need a new shirt. Quickly.” ~ Later that day, I got home stressed, and met Daisy knitting at the table. A smile lit my face, and I walked to her. “Welcome.” She said, with a bright smile, and I sat in front of her. “You look a little pale, and tired.”

She sighted a picture and walked up to it, but as she moved closer, her vision got blurry, and before she could scream or do anything, the coffee fell from her hand, and she fell. Daisy came outside wearing a yellow flowery gown that Vina also possessed. "How do I look? It looks great on me, too, right." She twirled around "I should try on the shoes too." She went inside and came out with a white heel to match the dress, just the way Vina styled herself when she also wore the gown. She sat on a chair and then wore the heels. "Oh no. Is it kicking in already?" She expressed concern as she slipped on the second leg of the heel of her foot.

Fortunately the man behind her was on alert mode so he got her stumbling body but her feet could not stop hurting as the thing under her feet was solid and pointing. “Fuck!” She growled. “What’s that?” He looked at the thing and made Daisy stand. She hissed but chose to ignore the pain even though it was vibrating like a thunderbolt. “A fucking shit!” she muttered and touched her feet. All the time, she did not notice the little thing that hurt her feet. “Oh, it’s a plastic claw hammer.” Ahaz said, looking at the thing. Daisy’s squeezed eyes shoot open when she hears it. Claw hammer. But in her house, nobody is fond of playing with plastic toys.

She staggered, her legs trembling before giving way. “Mummy…” Daisy’s voice was faint, a trembling whisper that barely reached Evelyn’s ears. “NO!” Evelyn shrieked, her body propelling forward. She caught Daisy just as her tiny form crumpled, lowering her gently to the cold, unyielding floor. “Daisy! Oh God, no, no, baby, please!” Evelyn sobbed, cradling her daughter’s fragile, blood-soaked body. Her hands pressed against the wound, desperate to staunch the flow of blood. It was warm, sticky, and unrelenting, coating her fingers and seeping through her clothes.

"It is hard to survive in this line of work that is dominated by men. People usually don't take you seriously. And by people, I mean the arrogant arseholes who call themselves healers. You are always doubted no matter how good you are at your job." Daisy said sighing heavily while pushing her thick glasses up on her nose. Esmeray's eyes flickered towards her curly wild red hair that appeared like Daisy hadn't bothered brushing them in ages. She was a mess but in an adorable way.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“My one might be a bit long for you but it should fit otherwise.” Halsey is about to politely refuse but Daisy adds, “It’ll make me feel better! Please, lemme make it up to you. Just come with me. It’s in my locker at the gym. It’ll make me feel better if I can help you!” Daisy is a popular cheerleader and is one of the people who seems to be genuinely kind. She has a pretty smile which is alluring to many people. Halsey has a few classes with her but they never interacted before but Daisy is known to help people a lot.

Daisy murmurs against the girls skin. Her hands touch bare skin and she withdraws her hand, a part of her cloth opens up and there is a faint red. Daisy opens the thick top and inaudibly gasps, falling backwards. Her skin is a mixture of red, black and purple. And right there, a bite mark has turned completely black on her skin. Daisy’s horror begins all over again.