Camila Daisy Jones Novels & Stories

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Of course, she would do anything to stay in the spotlight. Winona gritted her teeth in resentment. But more than anything, she wished she could trade places with Chelsea. If given the chance, she would seize it without hesitation and climb her way to the top. She stood motionless for a long time. With the competition nearing its final stage, only a few contestants remained. In the end, only five would debut, and the rankings had already been internally decided. So, even though the others knew she was fuming, they ignored her. Daisy Fulton, one of Chelsea's closest friends in the camp, was drinking her milk while idly scrolling through her phone. She was about to exit the app when a shocking

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

Alexander replied to him and continued watching Dahlia and James. "Unbelievable! It's the Daisy I know. The wife of Lucius Davis who strangely disappeared years ago. I can't believe that she's your big sister and also the owner of such a huge successful Company like D's!". James was so amazed that he couldn't help himself and said all this out loudly. James turned to face Alexander, Jack and Henry that were seated at the sofa and glaring at him like some kind of another jerk. "No wonder these kids strangely look like Lucius Davis…. It turns out they're Daisy and Lucius Davis ....". Dahlia had heard enough from James, she slammed her hands on her desk as she stood up and said, "Enough, James!

He could’ve just called me up on stage. I let go of my doubts and sat in the front row as he asked. Jayden started speaking again, his voice strong. “Our new Luna is someone we all know well. A kind, loving, and brave soul—she is the most beautiful woman on this earth.” My cheeks turned red. I smoothed my gown, ready to walk up. “It’s none other than… Daisy Andre.” When I heard that, my shoulders sank, my face tightened. My smile disappeared, replaced by a frown.

"Well, hurry up and get your stupid stuff. And try not to break anything or steal anything on your way out. Heiress or not, you’re still the same nobody everybody knows." Ignoring her insults, Kamila stepped past Daisy into the house silently. She knew she had to be careful - Beth could be lurking anywhere, ready to pounce. But the house appeared to be empty, except for Daisy. As she slipped into one of the rooms, she heard Daisy talking animatedly with someone. She peeked around the corner and saw her laughing and blushing like an idiot. She assumed it was her boyfriend and decided to take advantage of the distraction. Finding her way to Beth’s room was quick and easy. As quietly as she cou

Alexander stretches the tablet to me, I retrieve it and peruse it's contents. A face stares back at me from the screen. The woman from last night. Daisy Jones, it says. I scan her information. Final year college student. Law degree, 23 years old. Humming as I absorb the information about her, from her blood group to her schooling history. Reaching the end of it, I pause as I take in a glaring detail. Relative: Mercy Jones , Callum Jones (deceased). "You should've killed her last night", Alexandros admonishes

“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.

* No one knows the real Identity or the real location of The Green Ivy and the Green Viper, any information you have, any where around the world, please report to the police, children and little babies have been gone for years now, families are mourning, help is needed* I knew there was something fishy about her. But why will she be working for us then, was she possibly doing an inside Job. Well for who? " Sir, here's the file on Miss Daisy Rivera" My secretary said as she walked into my office and dropped the file. " Thank you" I answered as she walked out. Daisy Rivera. 19 years old. Grew up in Philippines. Name of mother: Amanda Ronald Name of Father: Nathan Rivera. She has been with us

Jessica stood staring at it. Exhausted. Emotional. Proud. The feeling startled her. Proud. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself that. Her phone rang. Daisy. Jessica answered immediately. "Hi." "How's the masterpiece?" Jessica laughed. "Who told you it's a masterpiece?" "Sophie." "Of course she did." Daisy laughed softly. The sound still felt like a gift. Every time she heard it. "Send me a photo." "No." "Why?"