Blood Sweat And Heels Daisy Novels & Stories

she said and lowered her face while still dancing. Surprisingly, she looked at Daisy's feet, which were already covered in wounds and blood. Alyssa sat up using her knees, she's worried about Daisy. She wanted to wipe Daisy's bloody feet. But she heard a scream from her. "Aaaaaaah!" Daisy screamed. Alyssa saw that Daisy wanted to try to reach out her arm but it was completely absorbed by some force that she could not see. "Daisyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Alyssa shouted as she disappeared from her sight.

★★★★ Daisy Home: Daisy had just finished bathing and was already dressed in a long, flowing red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress had a slit that ran all the way up to her knee, showing just enough skin to make her look both dangerous and elegant. She stepped into the middle of her small, worn-out living room, it was dirty but that didn’t matter to her.

👇👇 . . . 💎Daisy's POV💎 I opened my eyes slowly and looked around.... It's afternoon and im surprised to be waking up from a sleep cause i don't even do afternoon sleep. How come I'm just waking up now? I sat up but flinched at the pain on the back of my palm,my gaze went there and i gasp when i saw an IV fluid connected to the back of my palm. Everything came rushing back to my head.

Her assurance washed away all the guilt of Daisy. After finishing the juice, Daisy headed towards the washroom in a dilly-dally way. After taking a long cold shower she felt fine again. Within a few minutes, Daisy heard the sound of opening the door of her room. While brushing her hair, she came out from the washroom. Entering her room, instead of Rhea, she found Helen, lazily sitting on her bed with a gummy smile on her lips. Exactly next to her on the bedside table, there placed a tray of full of breakfast for two persons.

I won’t need it today, but its presence is a reminder that everything we fought for—the blood, the danger, the betrayals—has led to this moment. A soft knock on the door makes me look up. Before anyone speaks, Daisy bursts into the room, spinning slightly, her long chestnut hair bouncing around her shoulders. She is dressed in a deep sapphire gown, cinched at the waist, its skirt sweeping elegantly across the floor. Her hair is braided loosely on one side, small silver pins keeping the strands in place, and her eyes shine brighter than any jewel in the room.

She is drifting further and further away from me with every passing second. “There has to be something we can do aside from involving the baby,” I say desperately. “There has to be some other cure. Some other option we haven’t thought of.” “I… I think there might be one other option,” Dr. Audrey suggests after being quiet for a moment. I look up quickly. “What option?” “Daisy is a Trueblood and I think her blood carries extraordinary healing properties which I think was the reason why she was able to save her father and Dylan in the past. If she can access her powers and perform a self-healing spell right now—”

~Daisy~ I wake up every morning tangled in sheets that still smell like him—sweat and that expensive cologne and the hint of sex. My body’s sore in the best way, thighs tight from wrapping around his head, hips bruised where his fingers dug in like he was scared I’d disappear, and that sweet ache between my legs that makes me grin like an idiot every time I move. At the shop I slit open crates of tulips that tumble out in wild pinks and yellows, trimming stems until the green sap sticks to my palms and the scissors. I stick them in vases while customers talk about anniversaries and baby showers, and what not, but my head’s nowhere near the flowers. It’s stuck on the scrape of his stubble on

"We just have a lot to do…." Ada narrowed her eyebrows and nodded. "You're right, I can't believe I didn’t see it sooner!." "Hand me that bag." Breanna pointed on the floor by Wendy's leg. "Not until you tell us what's going on." "There is nothing going on." Breanna stressed. "See, for some reason, I don't believe you." Wendy said in a flat tone, shaking her head . "I'll tell you what's going on!." Daisy appeared with her jet black hair covering more than half her face. Underneath the hair laid an imprint of the lives she used to have, they all used to live. A mark of the past.

Daisy's screams and constant banging on the door echoed through the storage room. The sound of footsteps from behind reached her ears amid her frantic efforts. Her heart rate increased, and a shiver ran down her spine. Without turning around, her thoughts raced to a surreal conclusion: it had to be a ghost. Her imagination ran wild in the darkness as her fear intensified, the footstep fell ominously closed “Genie please don’t hurt me” Daisy trembling voice quivered in the dark room “I just want to go out” “Shut up, you idiot”

I want it sorted, but I don't want anyone seeing Daisy here yet. "Sure thing. I already have measurements, so I will get everything sorted. Just dance studio nothing special?" "Include a pole or two. I'm going, get it sorted." Hanging up I walk out hearing the low hum of music. Walking towards the stairs I stop at Daisy's room. My eyes widen as she dances, a black leather skirt and a corset. Standing I don't move, just watching as she dances and places the items away we bought today. Turning I storm downstairs, reaching the bottom my brothers look at me.