Camila Daisy Jones 소설 & 이야기

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.

"How do you even know these people? I haven't heard of them before!" She winked at me. "I have sources, sweetie. I know each and every member under this clan. You can basically call me the encyclopedia of this place. Look," she hit my arm. "Carlito Galvez is coming up the stage." I looked towards the stage and saw a curly-haired, tall, skinny man, bow his head in front of all of us. He was pretty good-looking, but definitely not my type. "See?" Daisy fussed. "He's so hot, isn't he?"

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

The voice came from behind us, pulling my attention just in time to see Daisy walking toward us, flanked by two other women. I immediately returned the ladies to be Kylie and Hailey Simpson. Hollywood’s picture-perfect nepo sisters, famous for being born into the right family and looking like they stepped out of a luxury campaign. I arched a brow. Since when was Daisy friends with them? She’d only been in the industry for a year. Daisy’s gaze landed on me, sliding down my dress with the kind of slow, disapproving scan as if I’d shown up wrapped in recycled grocery bags.

I sat on the chair facing the desk and opened the novel. I was impressed with chapter one so i continue reading. 💎Daisy's POV💎 "What's wrong?" Could it be that we she couldn't remember anything or what? Or what can a billionaire be doing in the countryside. Her father is one of the wealthiest in Mexico..he's generous just like Vinnie and he still hasn't gotten over her proclaimed death. I thought my friend said she has gotten rid of her.. Everyone believes she was kidnapped and killed. Vinnie Winters and my friend Sasha Lee are models and musician in Mexico.

A girl was standing right in front of Xyla Quest. Her long black hair was styled into two low braids. There was a tiny daisy hairpin above her right ear, matching well with her Korean bangs. She was wearing a snow-white nightgown with a pair of silver ballet flats. Joy was written all over her mixed-race face. Her pair of black watery eyes were sparkling with delight. She was Daisy Cox. She was the girl Xyla met at Kingstell International Exhibition Hall a few days ago.