Camila Daisy Jones Novels & Stories

"Done that, he's clean." "Still, it won't hurt to have someone else check again. Just like you always do for me, remember." "I do." Ugo replied. "Now enough about me, what other fun activity is going on in your life?" Daisy shrugged. "Nothing much. I talked to Ray today," she said as casually as possible, trying not to make a big deal out of it. "He called me at work." Ugo's brows rose. "What does he want?" Standing up from the bed, Daisy headed to the bathroom to wash off what was left of her makeup. "He’s coming back to Fairview for the debut ‘Perfection’ music video. He asked me to go with him."

The next morning, Daisy entered my room unannounced, phone in hand, eyes wide. “Miss Domitia—” “Amelia,” I said flatly. “Call me Amelia.” She blinked, startled. Then shook her head and rushed to me. “You need to see this.” She handed me her phone, screen unlocked to a video. Julian. Being cornered by reporters.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

Angel couldn't help but smile, looking down at the two precious gems of her life. When they were done massaging Angel's feet, Damien cleaned up the mess and came back. Daisy came out of her room at the same time. She was dressed as if she were going out. "Where are you going, Daisy?" Damien asked. She took the day off from work, and usually she stays at home during leaves. That's why he was a bit taken aback. "Umm, to meet a friend," Daisy said hesitantly "Which friend?" Damien inquired

“Liam doesn’t have any Alpha in him. I have taught him and always kept the impression up that he would take over for me. He will need to tell me himself though that he doesn’t want it.” My eyebrows scrunched together. “How does an Alpha as powerful as you have a son that doesn’t have an iota of…” I clamped my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide. Desmond gave me a sad smile. “Natalie is fifteen. She also doesn’t have any Alpha in her. She is a carbon copy of her mother though.” He chuckled. “Both?” I looked at him, suddenly feeling the need to reach out to him, to hold him.

Valentine said madly. "I agree, she's not even taking the student council president position even though that's for her and just wandered around like she had already graduated," Lady Jasmine also complained. Lady Jasmine Mortis Jam is the heir to the dukedom of Jam from the western territory. She also has the same age as me and she has beautiful blue eyes and purple hair. "Stop complaining, if someone hears you, all of you will be troubled," I told them as we walked towards the private room in the school library.

"Perfect. Your face was covered too. So even if you both ever cross path, you both still won't be able to recognize each other. Whatever, at this moment you should be worried on what to tell the chief." “Who's afraid of him anyway. I don't give a damn to the chief?” Said Daisy while walking straight to her office desk. “Daisy, chief's calling you.” Sounded Rayns voice, to which Ella said, “See, I told you. Best of luck, girl.” Daisy winked at her while walking straight to the chief's office. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a Daisy Moore. A twenty-five years old, female intelligence officer. There's no mission, that I have failed to fulfil. I am fearless and won't even think for a sing

Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs. Was I hallucinating? Did I just see him? I crawl to my bed as my panties are still stuck in between my legs. I grab the phone and see an unknown number calling, but TrueCaller says it's Ryan Damison. There is a picture of him in a suit too. That's him. That's him. Ryan sexy Damison calling me!!!! I pick up the call and desperately ask, "Sir? Is that you?" Wow, I sound so immature. So unprofessional Emara. I mentally scold myself.

"Jimmi's Bakers" Hera looked at the name of the bakery she has been working for couple of months now. The owner of the bakery is Ms Daisy Jones, who is a very kind lady in her early 50's. She is a little on the chubby side with streaks of grey hair on her head. Jimmi Jones was her husband and the person who used to run this bakery before he met her. Ms Daisy shares about how she fell in love with Jimmi in this very bakery and how they got married, only for her husband to die in an accident. She doesn't have children of her own and she takes care of this bakery as if this is her child.

Lucas stared at the screen. “Find him.” “We're already trying.” Lucas looked at the company name again. “Someone isn't trying to build a brand.” Xavier nodded. “They're looking for something.” “Or someone.” Lucas's voice became colder. “Daisy.” --- The following afternoon, Daisy prepared for her livestream. She placed her camera on the desk, adjusted the lighting and checked her microphone. Everything looked normal. Her viewers were already waiting. DAISY IS LIVE TONIGHT!