Daisy Calloway Novels & Stories

Therefore, Daisy didn't know that the caller was Axel. "Hello. This is Daisy. May I know who's calling?" Daisy asked gently. "Daisy. Thank God you picked up," the voice on the other end said. "Axel Smith?" Daisy exclaimed in surprise, her steps coming to a sudden halt. This familiar voice was indeed Axel's. "Yes, it's me." "So, why are you calling me?" From surprise, Daisy's tone shifted to a cold one as she recalled the events in Axel's office. "I recall we have nothing left to discuss."

He could’ve just called me up on stage. I let go of my doubts and sat in the front row as he asked. Jayden started speaking again, his voice strong. “Our new Luna is someone we all know well. A kind, loving, and brave soul—she is the most beautiful woman on this earth.” My cheeks turned red. I smoothed my gown, ready to walk up. “It’s none other than… Daisy Andre.” When I heard that, my shoulders sank, my face tightened. My smile disappeared, replaced by a frown.

Coming down the stairs we saw Daisy. Holy fuck. She had this Red skin tight gown with a killer plunging neckline and open bare back. I could see the waft of lust radiating as guys looked at her swaying to the song, grinding against that idiot Jacob. Our stare was distracted when our manager came to greet us exchanging pleasantries, I look for Daisy only to find out she wasn't there anymore in sightand i'ym sure she's around because of her scent. Next I know she's heading towards the dance floor with another devil.

I can feel so many eyes still watching us, the whispers still flowing as we begin to move to the music. But right now, nothing else matters. I am Daisy Caldwell. And I am done being anyone’s victim.

a soft voice called out. Standing mere feet away, Daisy's ethereal presence commanded attention. Her hourglass figure was draped in an elegant, long purple knitted skirt that cascaded down her long slender legs like a rich, velvety waterfall. The skirt's subtle sheen caught the light, accentuating her delicate curves. A matching lilac cropped top hugged her torso, showcasing her toned tummy. Daisy's raven hair framed her almond-shaped face, with loose waves spilling down her back like a soft waterfall. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights that surrounded us.

I had force. I called a meeting with two men I knew well. They weren’t clean, but they were loyal. “I need a distraction,” I said. “Big. Loud. Something to pull attention.” “Explosion?” Cole asked. “No. Nothing that serious. Yet.” “Then what?” “Dig into her past. Find someone she forgot. Or left behind.” Jasper grinned. “She’ll crumble.” “She’ll burn,” I corrected. Daisy’s POV I got the call at midnight.

"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 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*.”

If Daisy wasn’t here, I probably would have left an hour ago. Daisy, on the other hand, was completely focused. She was deep in conversation with some important-looking investors. She kept nodding, talking, and listening carefully. I admired how hardworking she was. She was always putting in 110% for this company, and sometimes I think she forgets to breathe. It was time for her to have a little fun. I stood up straight, walked toward her, and said, “Can I have this dance my lady?” My posture was confident, my hand open in invitation, and my lips curved into a soft smile. For a moment, she looked surprised. But then I raised my eyebrows in that charming way she can never resist, and she melt

It has been a while since Dylan last called me Daisy Aster, especially after his sudden change in behavior. “wow, what a beautiful lady, indeed its your wife.. she should be this beautiful, hello my name is Robert williams , I’m the host of the event … i hope you like something from today’s auction . itll help a lot for the charity.” he said while taking my hand.