Daisy Brown Novels & Stories

Measured. I follow them. Down the stairs, toward the west wing. Then I see her. Daisy. She’s just stepping out of the side parlor, clutching something in her hands—fabric, maybe. A bag. Her long brown hair’s twisted up in a bun, and her expression is bright when she sees me. “Mrs. Holt,” she sings, like we’re old friends. “Didn’t expect to run into you again so soon.” I stop a few feet away.

Daisy asked, clearly overwhelmed. Dane chuckled. “You’re already here. Would I joke about something like this?” “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… so sudden. So amazing.” Daisy’s voice trembled with excitement. Being chosen to endorse a Brown Pack project was the kind of opportunity most could only dream of. “Do your best,” Dane reminded her. “Don’t embarrass the Star and Moon Pack.” “I’ll give it my all,” Daisy answered with full sincerity. Daisy’s figure was similar to Bonnie’s, so the custom-made gown originally designed for Bonnie fit her just as well.

Demitri has barely left the room, we keep bringing people in we know are linked, hoping one of them mentions who the mole is, but none of them speak before he kills them. All week we have given Daisy clothes to wear. I have emailed her a list of jobs in the morning. Which she seems to be doing. I had something installed on her laptop, so I have seen everything she has done on it. Including looking up places that are known as a safe haven. I’ve seen her searching for places to live, everything. She is getting ready for when she can walk. “Ready?” I look up and see Marc. I don’t know if I am ready. I have no choice though.

“All right, thank you. You are the best!” Daisy said with a smile. After taking her shoes off, Daisy leaned back on the couch. She was giggling the whole time when she was talking. But when she thought of something, she suddenly stopped laughing. She immediately asked earnestly, “Hey, Trevor, I remember that you told me earlier that Zayden has a girlfriend. Is she the lobby manager named Alice Brown?” “Oh, nothing. I happened to see her at the hotel today. She is pretty beautiful, I thought. Well, I have to hang up now, sorry. I will take you to dinner in a few days, okay?”

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

Ivory smirked when she saw Mari panicking; she smiled at her class mates who in turn clapped as she returned to her seat. The next person was Natasha. ‘Hello everyone my name is Natasha Colby, my father is knight Colby’ Natasha said. Collective gasps could be heard, everyone knew the story of how knight Colby rose to fame, he went from grass to grace. ‘I’m proficient in literature, calligraphy and embroidery’. Everyone clapped as Natasha went back to her seat. At last everyone had introduced themselves.

"Perfect. Your face was covered too. So even if you both ever cross path, you both still won't be able to recognize each other. Whatever, at this moment you should be worried on what to tell the chief." “Who's afraid of him anyway. I don't give a damn to the chief?” Said Daisy while walking straight to her office desk. “Daisy, chief's calling you.” Sounded Rayns voice, to which Ella said, “See, I told you. Best of luck, girl.” Daisy winked at her while walking straight to the chief's office. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a Daisy Moore. A twenty-five years old, female intelligence officer. There's no mission, that I have failed to fulfil. I am fearless and won't even think for a sing

I say and smile with recognition. Daisy is one of the youngest maids in the packhouse. She is usually very quiet and doesn't have a lot of friends. She is a loner like me, I think to myself. "Can I help you with something, Daisy?" I ask again since she is not saying anything else. "I think I know what happened to the white clothes," she says with a frown. I look at her with surprise. "You do?" She looks at me with her big eyes and then nods. "Earlier today, I saw Amelia coming out of the laundry room. And when she went back, she was holding a bottle of red dye in her hand."