Daisy Bell Lyrics

I am an Omega. One day, Alpha Carl Blanchard found me in the Borderlands and took me in. After we formed the mate bond, he spoiled me senseless, never once caring who was watching. Now, everyone was whispering about the cold, ruthless Alpha who treats me—an Omega who used to be a Rogue—like I'm something sacred. They said it defied everything the Moon Goddess ever intended. I used to think he loved me down to the bone, that he just couldn't help showing the whole world how crazy he was about me. But then, I overhear him talking to his close friend. "I'm the Alpha of the Eastlands. I rule ten packs. If I don't paint Daisy as my weakness and my one obsession, how else am I supposed to keep Fiona off my enemies' radar? Turns out every wound I took for him was a damn joke. If that's how it is, I'm done playing Luna of the Eastlands. On my last day there, I made one call. "I'm in. I'll head to the Borderlands and spend the next ten years in closed research on medicinal herbs." When Carl found me gone, he came after me with bloodshot eyes and his pride in ruins. "Daisy… are you really leaving me?"

"Monster," I smirked to myself as I read the morning paper. If they only knew the truth. I sipped my coffee as I skimmed through the story. They had all the details wrong and the police were idiots. I heard the bell chime on the door to the coffee shop and saw her walk in. Her hair was down just the way I liked it. She was perfect I thought to myself as I eyed her and planned my next move. I think when she finally saw me she made the connection. Her eyes got wide. "Ethan?" Ethan Graves is a well-known man in the community with a dark secret. His darkness is so great that even he can't control it sometimes. He plays his role well during the day but at night he takes on a whole new persona. The newspapers call him a monster and the police are baffled. Then the new detective on the case walks in. The one that he let go. The one he was obsessed with. It was finally time to make her his. The game of cat and mouse had never been something he would ever consider, he usually likes the woman to be weak and defenseless against his charm and good looks. However, for this kill, he would play the game and Josephine Wells would be his trophy.

With the resolve of never getting married, Billionaire Alexander Lorenzo needs an heir to take over the rest of his father's companies. In a bid to get an heir, he signs up for a surrogacy program. Daisy Marcello is a human definition of desperate. She is on the verge of dropping out of college and no help is forthcoming except one. When she is offered a million dollar surrogacy contract by Alexander Lorenzo, with stringent rules, she doesn't think twice before signing up for it. Alexander's essential rule of carrying a baby with no strings attached becomes subjective when he and Daisy's paths cross.

Milo kai Anton, known as Lord Viggo in his circle, is a powerful Billionaire across Westwood city. He explores areas rich in natural resources and treasures and collects whatever he likes. He only keeps women to satisfy his desires On one of his searches, he came across this little kingdom called Kinka, which is rich in gold. No doubt, that was his next mission. However, things seem complicated as the owner of those treasures asked him to marry his sister, 24 years old Daisy Campbell, who is said to have some loose screws in her head before he could get the gold. The man couldn't resist as acquiring the gold was his main objective. Not in the world, did he have an idea of what he was getting into. The woman kept pulling on weird stunts on him. However, each time he raised his gun at her, she does that one thing that always makes him surrender to her.

"The game" Daisy was a rich kid who grew up in a polygamous family, she was naive and shy. The quiet girl thought she found love when she started crushing on the school most handsome boy "Dave Willston" little did she know that it was her worst nightmare.

A blizzard erupted without warning, and the glacial mountains began to collapse. My instinct screamed at me to shift and run, to let my Inner Wolf take over and flee—but it was too late. The storm swept in, laced with a strange silver dust that hung heavy in the air. It was like an invisible chain, binding me tightly, locking away my wolf. Worse still, my strength was nearly gone. As captain of the Silvermoon Patrol, I had been out on the tundra all night. Hours ago, I had fought off a vicious ambush by Rogues, and my body still bore the wounds—deep, bleeding, and far from healed. I could feel it: my wolf energy had been pushed past its limit. Maxin, my Inner Wolf, was silent now, his strength depleted and unresponsive. My limbs were going numb, my body sinking into the snow as the roar of the wind drowned everything else out. But I wasn’t afraid. Because I knew he would come. My boyfriend—the head of the tribe's Search and Rescue Unit—had never failed a mission. I believed with all my heart that he would find me. And yet… he didn’t come himself. He sent a rookie instead, while he went after Daisy, whom he believed had been caught in an avalanche. But Daisy hadn’t been in danger at all. She merely wanted a dramatic way to confess her love to him. Three days later, Xander finally found me, buried deep beneath the frozen layers. He froze at the sight—my body, encased in ice, unmoving. He couldn’t believe it: the fierce, relentless warrior he knew, dead beneath the snow. He reached out to touch me… but the ice cracked. And before he could react, my body slipped into the depths of the glacier, vanishing into the abyss.

“Daisy is ours to fuck and ours to love. She belongs to us until one of us marks her to fulfill the deadly prophecy, so may the best wolf win.” Daisy, an Omega with a forgotten past, faces heartbreak in the Shadow pack. Unexpectedly, she inherits millions, tying her fate to one of the alpha triplets she must choose before a deadline. Destiny ties her to three sexy alphas- Liam, Declan, and Julian- and a deadly prophecy adds a twist. Daisy must choose a mate, but the consequences involve the survival of only one and the death of two. Three alphas, and one mate. Daisy grapples with a choice she has to make before the pack drives into the ground with no leader to take control.

“Why are you doing this? I have done everything you asked me to do. Please, Clara, let it go.” Xavier pleaded. Clara stared at him and slowly let out a chuckle. “You mean nothing to me, you have never meant something and you never will. I don't love you and I never will.” “My words. Do they ring a bell?” She asked with a smile as she stared at him. His eyes were clouded with tears. “Clara… “ “Five years ago you said those words to me, now I am saying them back to you. I won't stop Xavier, not until the Blackwell’s Empire falls!” ~ Being in a loveless marriage for two years was something Clara got used to. Despite it being loveless, it was going great until her husband’s first love returned out of the blue and was carrying his child. The next minute, Clara was signing divorce papers. Not only was she divorced, she was humiliated by her husband and his family. Clara left the city and returned five years later with twins, she returned as a billionaire. Now, it was her ex-husband’s turn to chase her.…

The werewolf curse; a curse that condemns us to turn and gain our full strength only on the full moon is every werewolf’s dream to get rid of it. Seth’s mate, Daisy has never been accepted since she moved into the pack house. All the plots by some pack members to drive Daisy away came to a terrible end when Daisy took in and gave Seth an heir. And now, because of Seth’s sentiments, his child, Gabriel has to be bedridden till he reaches maturity and gets his wolf, it’s speculated that he’d be cured then.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!