Daisy Daisy Lyrics Novels & Stories

It's like she left with the peace of my life or maybe she's the peace itself. The sad part is that I don't even know if she's alive or dead. "Daisy... where... are... you..." I slurred, the alcohol fogging my senses as I knocked back my eighth bottle. The words were a jumbled mess, just like my thoughts, but my heart knew what it wanted. “Daisy.” Despite the haze of alcohol, her name still struck a chord, a longing that wouldn't be silenced by booze.

I shut my eyes and scream out loud. _____________ Is Daisy dead? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

Until the next chapter. -Daisy

David leaned his head back against the seat weakly. His face had grown pale. Even injured, he still looked painfully handsome in the flashing lights from outside. Wet strands of dark hair clung slightly to his forehead while his chest rose unevenly beneath the half-open shirt. I hated noticing details like that right now. But I couldn’t help it. David slowly turned his head toward me. “You’re shaking.” “Because people are trying to kill us!” His lips almost curved into a weak smile. “Still dramatic.” My eyes widened slightly. Even now he was teasing me?

"Spread those legs for me, Isabella. Let Daddy see how wet you are." I obeyed, my pussy exposed and glistening in the low light. "Like this, Daddy?" "Perfect," he growled, lowering his head. But before his mouth touched me, he paused, looking up. "Say it. Tell me you're all mine." "I'm all yours, Daddy," I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair.

I stand before my mirror, twirling slightly, imagines dancing behind my eyes: maybe tonight he’d call again, maybe we’d walk under moonlight, maybe just sit and talk without shadows creeping in. Okay, Iris. This isn’t a Disney movie. My hair falls loose; I tuck a strand behind my ear. My heart feels like it might burst or shatter, I can’t tell which But I actually feel like I’m in a Disney movie though. The door opens quietly. Daisy slips inside, still pulling her backpack straps over her shoulders. She pauses at the doorway, watching me. “Morning, sunshine,” she teases, voice bright. “You look like you had pleasant dreams.”

“Tonight, we don’t mourn that life. We piss on its ashes.” She went to her record player and put on something raw and electric, a gritty blues track with a driving, insistent beat. She turned the volume up until the walls thrummed with it. “Dance with me,” Daisy commanded, her body already moving to the rhythm. Sienna shook her head, a laugh bubbling up despite herself. “I don’t dance.” “Tonight, you do.” Daisy grabbed her hands, pulling her into the center of the room. “Move. Just move. Feel the music in your bones. It’s yours. This body is yours. This night is yours.”

Vaughn is standing. He leans down, scooping her up into his arms. “There’s my girl. How was school?” “Fun. We learned catipols today.” “Catipols?” he asks, confused and it makes me chuckle. “Capitals. We learned about capital letters today.” He looks over Daisy’s shoulder, almost as if he’s just noticing me standing here. “Ah, capital letters.” “Daisy has a big D,” she says, pointing to herself, “’cause, ’cause it’s my name.”

Then, he laid his body on mine, the rough fabric of his clothes slightly uncomfortable against my bare skin. "Croatian Rhapsody, please." He breathed heavily as he reached toward my jeans. "That was the song you played the very first time we met in this classroom, right?" Hearing his request, I placed my fingers in position before playing a melody fluidly. As I played, he moved his body against me sensually, grabbing the back of my neck with one hand while rubbing the front of my body with another. As the melody reached its climax, I could hear his breaths become more and more labored. Meanwhile, any sound I made was hidden within the melody too, and no one else could hear it.