Daisy Ann Novels & Stories

I felt my own lungs finally remember how to work. Daisy straightened, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “I was kidding. I was *kidding*. I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to look like deer in headlights. Mission accomplished. You should have seen your faces...oh my God.” Sarah covered her face with both hands. “Daisy, I swear to everything holy...” “I’m not even *that* holy,” Daisy cut in, still grinning. “I mean, I go to church, sure, but I’ve got N*****x and a vibrator same as everybody else. I’m not *dead*.”

Daisy’s POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I heard Harvey Carlos calling my name that low, careful voice, as if the word itself might break. The look on his face kept replaying surprise first, then something heavier and quickly locked away. It followed me into the shower, onto the bus, and all the way back to the fifteenth floor on Tuesday morning. Priya noticed. “You look like you lost a fight with your pillow,” she said, setting a coffee on my desk without asking I took it. “First-week nerves are normal. Just don’t let the senior analysts smell blood.”

"I don't know why I'm so drawn to you! You look so special and I'm certain that you're more than a human. Sarah utter touching daisy face as she removed her hand from her cheeks. "Don't touch me! Don't ever lay your hands on me because you seem so wicked. I want to go home! I want to go meet my parents! Daisy cried out as Sarah's smile. "What's your name dear and what's your parents name? "Why do you wish to know? Do you want to come hurt my parents too just like you did to me? No dear, because we want to take you to them. Daisy face change immediately on hearing that. "I'm daisy! My father's name is.... Carson Bryson! A scientist and a doctor in the field of science.

“I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about any of this, but at this point, I think you deserve to know.” “Okay….” She drew out her words, impatiently urging him to speak further. “It's Daisy.” He revealed, and waited for her to take it all in. “Daisy?” Anne stood in front of him, confused. “What… who is Daisy?” She asked, her eyes darting to and fro. “She is—” Kelvin tried to answer, but was cut off by Anne. “I know who she is. Isn't she Mr Sorin's girlfriend or whoever she is to him.” She rolled her eyes, her lips, curled in disgust.

he urges. “I don’t have time. Just tell me,” I demand, eager. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, the exact instant when I find out whether that pretty girl is just a normal, attractive person or someone hiding behind a beautiful face. “Daisy is eighteen years old. Her last name is Esteban. She’s been raised by her mother. They’ve been out of the country for eight years since her father got into trouble with some young girl on a New York street…”

However, Egan still kept staring at her. Daisy was aware that her appearance was quite outstanding, as she dressed in a plain and unremarkable manner. Instead of wearing revealing, alluring dresses and high heels, Daisy had on a simple jacket, jeans, and sneakers. Axel wanted her to be herself, so Daisy didn't pay much attention to her appearance, nor did she bother with styling her hair or putting on makeup for this occasion. Daisy felt it was normal, so why did Egan and some others look at her so strangely?

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