Daisy Ann Novels & Stories

I understand because she has had to hide them all her life and she is worried she will hurt someone. Other than that we are actually happy and we don't hide from anyone. I got a job and started working with a construction company that pays me well. Sadie has been working as a waitress at a small diner in town, right by our home. Every dime we get we save. Once were eighteen, we have both decided to finish school and go to college together.

She never got tired of dancing or teaching someone how to dance. “You just need a willing heart and a confident instinct to dance.” Inaya smiled back, bowing her head down at the back following the next step. “What’s your full name by the way, I always forget.” The man named Allen asked pulling her back following the second dance step. “Inaya Pattinson Marcello. You can call me Inaya Marcello too.” Her face held the glint of a thousand watts bulb.

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

Like a garden of pink asters, her face shone brightly in a soft tone of gloss. All smirk and plush, Grace Anslem walked out of her apartment. Her attractiveness adds colour to the serene atmosphere in view. The morning sun kissed her skin causing it to glow and radiate in-between of her dress puckers. While she worked the locks, her face caught the mirror of her door frame and soon became null, as though devoid of emotions. In a flick, a telephone call came in; the loud noise from the device stabbed

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

She had long, beautiful brown hair and a tall frame, and her face exuded elegance and poise. Beyond her physical appearance, Daisy had an outstanding professional background in Canada. She previously managed a multi-million dollar financial firm with an exceptional track record. Riley knew she should not feel insecure, but the fact that Daisy and Adrian had a history together stirred those feelings. “It’s new to me, but I am up for the challenge.” Daisy smiled at everyone, saying, “Grandpa Abner, Adrian, and Riley, if you trust me, I will do my best to handle the health entity of the King’s Enterprises.”

When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.

But Daisy was smart. When the kettle whistled, she poured the tea into two mugs and took a seat across from me at the table. “Zarek,” she said in a firm tone, “what are you really here for? Surely, you didn’t come just to get to know me.” “You’re right, Daisy.” She never told me her name, but she didn’t even flinch when I said it. “There’s actually someone I’m looking for. A young woman named Freesia. You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you?”

He held his right hand and said, "I'm Sean Marsh. I am the secretary of our big boss." "Ah, my name... My name is Daisy Winter." Daisy returned Sean's hand and shook it nervously. "I will be the Boss' personal maid from today on." "Her hands felt rough. Does River seriously want to feel this woman's caress?" Sean thought as he felt Daisy's rough palm in his. He didn't blame Daisy for having rough hands; he was sure it was because the woman had worked hard as a maid in the hotel for the past three years. He couldn't understand why River suddenly changed his taste like this.