Cosmos Daisy Novels & Stories

Her loose top and linen pants do nothing to reveal her delectable figure, but that doesn’t matter to my father. “Pleasure.” He smiles, reaching out his hand toward her. “Pleasure to meet you as well.” “Daisy is back there. She has her headphones on and is buried in her tablet.” I don’t even think twice; my hands instinctively go to her waist as I walk behind her down the aisle. It feels right. Daisy looks up from her tablet in shock, a huge smile lighting up her entire face. She yanks off her headphones, pushing off her seat to launch herself toward Daphne.

Daisy walked quickly toward Darryl after she was released. "What do you need me to do?" Darryl smiled lightly. He studied Wisteria's condition briefly before saying, "Get these herbs for me. I need three ounces of bamboo wisps and five ounces of almond scales." Nevertheless, Daisy remained immobile on the ground, a stunned expression on her face. Uhh… Darryl tapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that he was in the Cryolet Continent. The terms there were different from the Nine Mainland.

Daisy walked into the healing room; I could see the instant alarm in her eyes the moment she spotted Gloria's corpse. "Daisy." I called silently, but her eyes wouldn't leave the corpse. "Let me take care of this." Daemon said to me. I feared for a moment that he would kill her, but he doesn't; instead he... kisses her. To my surprise, she kisses him back. "You won't tell anyone about this, would you, Daisy?" "I won't, if you don't want me to."

“Where we’ll entertain friends, where we’ll curl up on the sofa during storms. I want it to know our secrets first.” She didn’t ask. She commanded with a quiet certainty that Sienna willingly surrendered to. “On your knees.” Sienna sank to the plush rug, the texture soft against her bare knees. She was wearing only one of Daisy’s old band t-shirts, the hem brushing her thighs. Daisy, in just low-slung sleep shorts and nothing else, stood before her. The dying light gilded the honey-blonde waves of her hair and carved shadows into the tattoos on her arms and torso. She was a warrior goddess in the half-light.

Tears roll down my eyes uncontrollably, I leans against the pillar, covering my mouth with my other hand, hysterical sobs escape my shaking form. ______________ What should Daisy do to get herself out of this situation? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

Stalking across the yard, he reached the greenhouse and, with a squeak, shut the door behind him as he entered the building. He stared at the plants in wonder. Colorado wildflowers from alpine columbine and aspen daisies to scarlet paintbrush and fireweed. “Do you like it?” Diana asked, watering a trough of violets, barely looking Caleb’s way. He considered Diana in the ankle-length robe she wore, the forest-green velvet clinging to her curves, her hair dangling in a fiery display in contrast against the fabric, her feet bare. “What’s not to like?” His voice was already several shades huskier than normal.

TORI'S POV I realized I had been crying a lot lately so I made up my mind to stop crying. I won't shed a single tear again. Dahlia still didn't have school today and I was still jobless so we had the day all to ourselves. Luckily for me, I had cash cause for the past week, Ian and Zach had taken care of everything. Talking about Ian, I smiled sadly at the bracelet he got for me. It was so beautiful and my name was beautifully written on it. As much as I was tempted to wear it, I wasn't going to cause that would mean I had forgiven him when in reality, I hadn't. So I kept the bracelet in a safe place. A place where I wasn't going to see it and be tempted to wear it.

I decided to make a drawing for each person. So far, I have finished one for Nova, Axel, Waylon and Jessica. Since I didn’t know Lilith that well, I just drew her a big ass flower. The dimensions were very delicate work. Since Tiger Lilies are my favorite, that is what I went with. Using come bright orange, it had spots of yellow and even red in it. The stem was dark green and the middle was a dark brown. Overall, I loved this picture.

Atlas didn’t understand what she meant, his eyelids moved slightly, and he could see a hint of doubt in his eyes. Daisy pointed to the white flower on the branch next to his wheelchair and asked, “Do you know what flower it is?” “Daisy.” He said instinctively. “Here I am.” She replied, her voice filled with joy. Atlas was startled as if he realized something, Daisy said again: “Happiness is when you call my name like that, gently, passionately, you can stand up or you can sit here forever, as long as you call my name, engrave my name in your heart, that’s enough.”

So I hear her voice behind the wall before she entries. Suddenly, the lights explode in front of me, giving me a glimpse of the woman who suddenly appears on the other side of the glass. Mitchell... it really is her. I just can't see her face because she's wearing a pink mask. She's dressed in a different outfit to the one I see her wearing every day. Different from her navy blue suit. She's wearing a dark leather vest. A skirt that comes down to her knees and black tights that cover them. A pink gala mask covers his face and all I can see are his beautiful lips, thin nose and brown hair. Holding a pole dance pole, she begins her elegant performance. Daisy, as she is called here, wraps hers