Camila Daisy Jones Novels & Stories

Alice rolled her eyes at her and said, “Oh, no! I am just worried that someone might find out what you did wrong before. Did Jessica tell you to do what she said?” Daisy sneered at the mention of Jessica and exclaimed, “Oh! To be honest, I am not scared of her at all. She is just a nobody. I will have my brother pick on her if I don’t like her. You know, it’s tough to be a celebrity and she is too busy to meet and talk about our collaboration. By the way, I am leaving at the end of this month. You can see me off at the airport if you are available then. Zayden will be shocked by us.” Alice nodded and said, “No, I don’t think so. He is always been very emotionally stable.”

In fact Daisy nearly bumped into him. “What now?” Kael did not answer. His attention remained fixed on the woman laughing with the E-sports team near the side of the ballroom. She was beautiful, yes, but that was not what held him still. Something about her face unsettled him. Not recognition exactly. More like a memory trying to open a locked door inside his mind. Daisy followed his gaze. Then her brows rose. “Jessica?” Kael finally looked at her. “You know her?” Daisy gave him a strange look. “Of course I know her. That’s Jessica Tremont. Dreston’s cousin. She’s a pro player and one of Cassienne’s closest people.”

Levi froze, his eyes widening as he glanced at Daisy beside him. Daisy swallowed before speaking. “I… I don’t know much about our kind,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. “But when you walked in, my wolf partially took over and forced me to stand. She’s never done that before. Even now… being in the same room as you feels unreal. So, is it really okay for us to speak to you freely?” “You are…?” Amelia prompted. “Daisy. My mother is Debby.” The silence that followed was heavy.

She drove home with the radio off and her hands steady on the wheel and her mind already moving. She called Patricia Bloom at eleven. Patricia was a journalist. Not the tabloid kind. The industry kind. The kind whose name appeared in the right publications and whose opinion was taken seriously by people who mattered. She and Camila had known each other for four years and had an understanding that worked well for both of them. "Patricia," Camila said when she picked up. "I have something that might interest you." "I am listening," Patricia said. "There is a new actress being featured at the industry showcase next month," Camila said. "Helena Graves. Jordan Park's discovery."

CHAPTER 5 MILA “Dawson darling, would you mind introducing this stray you’ve managed to get into this house without our consent?” The woman had a polished smile, but her tone sounded dangerous, and so was that curated friendly expression on her face. “Mom, meet my wife, Camila Jones. And yes, you’re all looking at Michael’s daughter. We- “ “It’s Mila Briggs now, and I’m no longer associated with the Jones family. I can not wait to get acquainted with you all,” I intentionally cut into Dawson’s formality. He was touching details I would like concealed or erased if possible.

Daisy always plays sweet and innocent so perfectly that no one ever questions her. But now? Now I have proof. A soft laugh escapes her lips. “Just endure a little longer, okay? Once we get married, the company is basically ours. Cameron’s stupid enough to hand me anything I ask for.” My stomach drops to my feet, and not because I’m heartbroken but with rage. Pure, blinding rage. “And what about Sora?” the muffled male voice on the other end asks. Daisy snorts. “Please. That pathetic loser worships Cameron. If I told her to jump off a cliff for Cameron’s happiness, she probably would.”

We walk into the room and I watch as Calix places Rosalie on the bed. “Now honestly, what is plan?” I stand waiting. “What you said about Daisy is fucked up!” Had she heard, she would hate us. “Someone is sending back information. So right now, Daisy is nothing, we treat her as nothing until we figure out who it is. If they think we were just using her, then they won’t fucking touch her! So stay away.” Standing I stare at Calix. “No, I’m not treating her like fucking shit.” What the hell?

I cannot humiliate myself like this. But of course, my luck was not on me today. “Ella? Ella Lattone, is that you?” His sultry voice was coming into my eardrums like I was being caressed by it. I turned slowly as Daisy was arching her eyebrows at me before I glared at her. She rolled her eyes before I turned to look at Hayes. Cameron Hayes, the cold man of WWF. Which happened to be my boss and my crush once upon a time.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She held out her hand for me to shake and I did so. “ Jennifer Madison, your new assistant " " Amelia Rose “ I replied. she nodded and then pointed towards the coffee and I nodded. “you have nothing much to do, you have one meeting with your first client, he was here before you arrived but then left, I can call him up now so you could...” “Give me his address “ I whispered and she stared at me as if to confirm my words, I didn’t want to spend time in here and think about Gale cause I was sure my thoughts couldn’t avoid him. I wanted to let go of everything for now.