Daisy Calloway Novels & Stories

Hello, may I ask who you are? "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm an assistant in the president's office. Just call me Daisy. Are you here to find the president? Why are you standing here, do you want to go up with me?" Daisy has a lively tone and a bright smile, t first glance, she is the kind of girl who is very flattering. The most important thing is her last sentence. Rowan's eyes lit up and confirmed, "Is it okay?" "Of course! Come with me, I'll take you uu!

Daisy also gaped when she heard Yaser Al Hameed’s question. This woman also realized she shouldn’t be making a fuss here. “Oh, how is this? Yaseer knows that I’ve been in touch with this rancid,” Daisy thought while looking for a way out. She couldn’t possibly seduce Al Hameed this time because there was still Nicko. Earlier, she took Nicko and intended to lie to her son-in-law again. She wanted to say that Al Hameed called her lovely because it was his habit of dealing with the opposite sex without any meaning. But her fight with Henry Davis changed everything.

She calmly turned and sat down in a chair. Daisy stood rooted in her place with the phone in hand. She bit her lips until it was almost drawing blood. She was sure that Yvan would protect her no matter what happened. And the more Yvan protected her, the more the misunderstanding between him and Yuna would grow. Yuna would see how much Yvan cared about her, Daisy Bailey, instead. With that in mind, Daisy called Yvan decisively. Seeing her action, Kiara was about to yell at Daisy for being shameless when Yuna stopped her. "It's alright. Let her make the call."

Her loose top and linen pants do nothing to reveal her delectable figure, but that doesn’t matter to my father. “Pleasure.” He smiles, reaching out his hand toward her. “Pleasure to meet you as well.” “Daisy is back there. She has her headphones on and is buried in her tablet.” I don’t even think twice; my hands instinctively go to her waist as I walk behind her down the aisle. It feels right. Daisy looks up from her tablet in shock, a huge smile lighting up her entire face. She yanks off her headphones, pushing off her seat to launch herself toward Daphne.

Alexander stretches the tablet to me, I retrieve it and peruse it's contents. A face stares back at me from the screen. The woman from last night. Daisy Jones, it says. I scan her information. Final year college student. Law degree, 23 years old. Humming as I absorb the information about her, from her blood group to her schooling history. Reaching the end of it, I pause as I take in a glaring detail. Relative: Mercy Jones , Callum Jones (deceased). "You should've killed her last night", Alexandros admonishes

Tears roll down my eyes uncontrollably, I leans against the pillar, covering my mouth with my other hand, hysterical sobs escape my shaking form. ______________ What should Daisy do to get herself out of this situation? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

Daisy took a deep breath as the MC called Adrian, who looked distracted to the stage. She touched his back smiling. He looked at her. “Its time for your speech.” He quickly smiled then got up. From besides her, Miguel’s wife nudged her. “Hi..” Daisy smiled. “Mrs-“ “Call me Anaya. No need for the formalities.” Daisy chuckled. “I hear you.” “It feels good watching him you there doesn’t it?”

Daisy walked like a lifeless body, not knowing that there was a figure staring at her, that figure seemed to intend to come closer but did not step out, just quietly hiding to the side. She walked out of the hospital, and the assistant was already standing there waiting for her, but when she was about to get in the car, she received a call from an unknown number. “Hello.” “Daisy, do you remember me?” A sexy female voice came from the other end of the line. Daisy frowned slightly and said a name: “Yaretzi.” “Yes, it’s me.” The person on the other end laughed coldly. “What do you want to call me for?” Daisy asked, since she married into the Drkov family, the Narine family had never mentioned h

"I won't." I walk out after requesting lasagna with mashed potatoes and baked chicken for dinner. Making my way out onto the porch, my phone starts ringing, startling me in the process. The caller ID shows Dave calling, one of Malias' friends. "Taylor here," I answered, picking up. "Where are you, chicka?"

Vanessa puts on the perfect act as she goes on about how good I had been to her even when she was rude to me at first. She lets out a soft, embarrassed chuckle into the microphone, shaking her head. “I have to confess something to you all,” she continues, looking down at the floor as if she is deeply ashamed of her past behaviour. “When I first entered the entertainment world, I was arrogant, insecure and I was very rude to Daisy. I saw her success and I felt threatened. Even at the hospital, when I was in pain, I let those old, ugly feelings come out and I accused her of terrible things. But do you know what Daisy did? She didn't fight back and she didn't hate me. She was patient, she was k