Camila Daisy Jones Novels & Stories

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma

“Joan Jones. Christine’s sister. She was Daisy’s understudy at the ballet theater Daisy owned. Practically idolized her. She stepped in a lot during the final year before Daisy… well, before the crash. Some say she was almost trying to take Daisy’s place.” I raised an eyebrow. “As in, she wanted to be her?” “She wanted her life. The admiration. The spotlight. She probably won’t be happy to see you walking again—metaphorically, of course.” “Great. So everyone’s either suspicious, jealous, or secretly resentful.” “Welcome to Daisy’s world,” Brittany said with a smirk. I leaned back, mind whirling with names and potential landmines. “Do you think I’ll pull it off?”

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

"Camilla! Where have you been?" Daesy had already rushed at Camilla from behind the door as she opened the door and displayed her face. Camilla's aunt and uncle's only kid is Daesy. "I-I..., I have a problem that I need to fix. What's the matter with you, Daesy? Why are you crying? Explain slowly to me." Daesy sobbed as she hugged Camilla. Camilla returned her hug and began quietly asking what had made her.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Oopsie Daisy (The Flower Shop Sisters Book 3) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

He didn't look at Killian for long, though. His small, dark eyes immediately slid over to me, traveling slowly down my body and back up to my face. His smile widened, becoming even more unpleasant. "And who is this lovely creature? I didn't know you started keeping such beautiful prizes in your office." I felt Killian’s entire body go rigid beside me. A low, freezing energy rolled off him, turning the air in the room completely cold, but Richard was too busy staring at my face to notice. "This is Daisy Vanecrest," Killian said, his voice a low, flat rumble that sounded like a warning. "She is handling the numbers for this deal. Sit down, Richard. Let's talk about the shipping lines."

She had been sitting with him and was playing with his leg with her bare toes. The fact that she suddenly appeared and laid claim to Victor infuriated me. Finally, Victor spoke, “Daisy is not my new assistant. Don’t you read the news?” He pulled away from Jenna and took my hand. “Jenna, may I introduce you to Daisy? She’s also known as Alberta Wilson, my fiancée.” ——————————————————————————————————

“Cameron, I need you and Waylon to help me with something.” “What is it?” asked Cameron. Daisie smiled at her and said, “I want you two to participate in a variety show with me.” Cameron was stunned. She pointed at herself and said, “Me? You want your brother and me to participate in a variety show with you?”

Once again, Cameron Wells became a hot topic of conversation. "Isn't Ms. Cameron the composer for the dancer, Zoey Yandell?" "Did you only learn about it now? Whoever sings her song will make it big." "Even by plagiarizing Ms. Cameron's half-completed song, Daphne Reyes managed to make it a hit." "That's so cool! I need to look up the songs composed by Ms. Cameron." Those who searched for Cameron Wells were shocked to find out that she was behind many singers' first hits. Many netizens instantly became fans of Cameron.

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.