Blood Sweat And Heels Daisy Novels & Stories

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.

Closing his eyes, he sank to his knees and took a deep breath. “I was really rooting for you, thinking you had actually changed,” Daisy said as she turned to him. “But you're just like the rest of them and you've earned your place in hell.” Pulling her hand back, she sent it towards his head with so much force that there was a sharp, slicing sound as her claws swept across his neck. Blood poured from his neck like water from a waterfall and his head rolled off his body, landing upside down on the floor. “Good job,” Aiden said as he came to stand beside her, staring around at the three bodies on the floor.

“How have you been?” Daisy barely hugged back. She was already moving, fingers trailing over the marble counter, peeking into rooms like she was on a tour. “That pest infestation?” Daisy said. “Biggest blessing in disguise I’ve ever seen.” “Do you wanna see something crazy?” Chelle asked. Daisy’s head snapped up. “Always.” Chelle clapped twice. The lights shifted instantly—soft white melting into a warm amber glow. Daisy screamed. “Daaamn!”

"The press said it all, that's all I heard." “Okay, okay, I don't believe what the press says, she just wants to be rich.” Daisy doesn't care about the gossip of these gossipy employees. When she saw the elevator door open, she was about to step out when three other employees pushed her against the elevator wall. Because Daisy was wearing high heels and did not foresee this, she lost her balance and her heels also wobbled. Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, she quickly backed away and limped out of the elevator.

" He said to her, then planted a kiss on her neck. Daisy could feel her legs trembling beneath her. CEO Dash held her hand and walked by her side. "She's really pretty and her skin is quite unique for brown skin." Roseline brought up, lightening the mood. Daisy chuckled uneasily, "Thank you, I got this natural skin from my grand mother, she was mixed blood." "You definitely have eyes for something. But isn't this the lady I met here earlier." Patek chipped in, crunching his snack a little loudly.

Daisy's POV ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✿ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ "Fratello. Guess what I found running around in your garden?” My knees slide against each other as I stumble onto the wet grass, the cold draft seeping into my outfit. I pull my lips between my teeth to stop them from trembling, my gaze immediately falling on the floor. ❧✧❀✧❧ One hour before

On reaching inside the room I met Daisy on the bathroom floor. Not crying. That was the first thing I noticed, the absence of it. Daisy sat on the tiles with her back against the bathtub and her knees pulled up and the bracelet her parents had given her before they died in her open palm and she was not crying. She was just sitting. Looking at the thing in her hand with the expression she wore when she was thinking something through and had not finished yet.

He called out. Charles staggered out of the bathroom with his entire face and shirt wet with sweats. He fought the irritation that was slowly growing in his stomach as he held out a towel to him. He dropped the Asprin and water he had brought for him. Without word, he stepped out of the room and slammed the door shut. ~ Daisy was not going to give up. She went to the club and called her one timer. That one guy she always called when she needs his help concerning her body’s pleasure. He came almost immediately and she explained to him the plan. He agreed and they got into the work.

-- Daisy was in the corner of the Greyer Pack guest wing, shaking. She had attempted to escape immediately after the witches stated the ink wasn't Cassie's. Terror crept in quickly. If someone followed it back to her, to the stealing, to the sting operation. But she had been too careless. She had gone in such a hurry she'd left her earrings behind—silver roses with red stones encircling them. A special order. One pair only. A gift from her uncle. Everyone in the Greyer Pack had seen her wear them before. And now they were there.

only, I couldn't. I entered the room and God knows if I could bleach my eyes with holy water, I would. I was standing at the doorway with eyes blown wide in shock and mouth open,my jaw was seconds away from touchdown. The boy from earlier with the sandy blond hair and tattoos dressed in all black was sitting on her bed and she was kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs, and she was...I would never unsee this. I shook myself out of my frozen state and run out like the floor had caught fire.