Daisy Brown Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Oopsie Daisy (The Flower Shop Sisters Book 3) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

"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.

Imagination Sector Creation Nation As Daisy woke up she sprang from her bed fully ready to greet a new day. She immediately started dashing around her room grabbing clean clothes to wear for the day and double checking she had everything so she could hop in the shower. As soon as she was sure she had everything she dashed into the bathroom and hopped in the shower singing to herself one of her favorite upbeat tunes. After about twenty minutes she was ready to get out of the shower and get dressed. Once she was dressed she quickly ran a brush through her Shoulder length black hair as she looked to make sure her clothes looked good see Daisy was a very short and small Girl in build. Her green

Alisha finished her pasta and inquired, "Daisy Aunty, what do you usually do all day?" Daisy smiled at Alisha's endearing use of names, "I mostly just stay at home and do nothing much." "Don't you get bored doing nothing all day?,”Alisha probed further. "I do get bored, so I try to help with cooking and other tasks,” Daisy admitted. Alisha nodded thoughtfully, "Why don't you do something more? Mother Mary always says that girls should work and be self-sufficient."

I was looking at her every move whenever we’re in the lab but she did not say anything other than listening to her music when shew as working. I think I will miss that after this. “You’re lying,” she said as she was looking at me. Her brown eyes were hard but I don’t think that my cock would twitch after I uncovered the truth about her, or rather her father did to mine. I was angry but I did not diss the fact that I was taken by her beauty at all. Daisy Dyer was one hot woman with her brown eyes like melted chocolate and her brown hair that she usually likes to braid. But today, she put it in a messy bun. I wanted it to tumble over my pillow and wanted to see her expression when she was clim

Daisy asked for permission to enter in her low beautiful tone. Hearing Daisy's voice instantly the librarian looked up from her book and with a bright smile, she replied, "Oh! Daisy, you are here. Come inside." Daisy also replied with a big smile and respectfully greeted her. They knew each other quite well because Daisy used to spend a lot of time in the library. The library of the college was huge with varieties of books. No doubt it was a very alluring place for all the book worms. Daisy entered and after enlisting her name she headed towards the selves where books about medicines were stored. She used to read a lot of storybooks but that day she was searching for something related to her

Universities cost a lot and Toby unfortunately didn't have the money he needed which is why I decided to sponsor him but my parents death happened and I couldn't visit anymore. "Hey, Toby. How're you doing?" I waved at Daisy who is on her way to the kitchen. She smiled and blew a kiss my way before entering the kitchen. Daisy is the daughter of Cathy, the owner of the shop. She is also the one managing the business as her mom recovers from stroke. Cathy is a very sweet old lady who is very friendly with everyone. I made a mental note to ask Daisy about her before I leave.

Dark hair, big brown eyes, and high cheekbones. Daisy looks just like her.

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

The moment the doors opened, the noise from outside was swallowed by a suffocating silence. And then— "The person with a 100% identical code to Fresh Gardens is President Daisy Turner." My breath caught in my throat. I scanned the room, searching for her. And then I saw her. Daisy. She stood in the center of the room, her red dress hugging her figure like it was painted on. The soft lighting reflected off her skin, making her glow like a goddess. She looked powerful. She looked victorious. She looked dangerous. I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into a tight hug.