Daisy Delacroix Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Alexander replied to him and continued watching Dahlia and James. "Unbelievable! It's the Daisy I know. The wife of Lucius Davis who strangely disappeared years ago. I can't believe that she's your big sister and also the owner of such a huge successful Company like D's!". James was so amazed that he couldn't help himself and said all this out loudly. James turned to face Alexander, Jack and Henry that were seated at the sofa and glaring at him like some kind of another jerk. "No wonder these kids strangely look like Lucius Davis…. It turns out they're Daisy and Lucius Davis ....". Dahlia had heard enough from James, she slammed her hands on her desk as she stood up and said, "Enough, James!

Madison whispered the last part of her statement. Daisy giggled sweetly. "The last one." She whispered back, feeling petty and loving it. "I got you." Madison replied and hung up. Daisy pulled out her phone and scrolled through the contact list until she found the number to Brett's office. She dialed it and was relieved when Lyon answered. "Hey, Lyon. It’s Daisy Ledwig." "Hi, Daisy. Would you like to speak to Mr. Lexington. He’s currently heading a meeting, but I can buzz him."

"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.

Sir Eletrish Anounced in response to the crowd At this point everyone went nuts making as much noise as they possibly could. "Now that's What I like to hear Now we have a very intresting fight here for you as both of these youngsters are over brimming with potiential and with out fauther ado it is my honor to introduce them to you. Over here" He Gestures to Daisy " Is a little lady from imagination sector of the Creation Nation she may not seem like much but once she gets fighting it be a huge mistake to underestimate her, She is the ever kind and energitc Daisy Astair!" Sir. Eletrish Calls out enthusiatically as the crowd returns it in aplause.

This one was thick, full of pages typed in neat font and organized by tabs: childhood, ballet, friends, relationships, public appearances, quotes. It was like someone had written a biography. “Daisy was born in Saint Helena,” Brittany began, flipping to the childhood section. “She grew up on a vineyard estate owned by her parents, Pierre and Corinne Montclair. They moved to France when she was eight so she could attend a specialized ballet academy.” “Wait, a vineyard?” I raised an eyebrow. “No wonder she was so spoiled.” Brittany ignored the comment and continued, “She started formal ballet training at age six, performed in her first lead role at twelve, and earned a prestigious invitation t

“Who is that?” Calli queried. Daisy rolled her eyes before she glared at her brother. “Roxanne Roswell, the crazy lady who pretended to be pregnant and claimed herself as Hendrix’s mistress to lure Margaux to sign the divorce paper,” she answered. Margaux pursed her lips upon hearing that. Her blood boils as she remembers the very reason why she hated that woman to the core. “What about her?” Sue asked. Daisy glanced at her direction as though telling her that it was her turn to speak.

Daisy tried to remain calm, collecting her thoughts before responding. "In truth, I have had an issue involving the police," Daisy admitted, maintaining eye contact with Axel. "I don't want to delve into the details, but I had a previous encounter with a police officer that resulted in unresolved misunderstandings. So, when I saw the police approaching, I felt fear, and I couldn't think of anything else but running."

Daisy’s POV I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. I was wearing a short black gown Liam had picked out for me. The gown was open at the back, with silver chains forming several "U" shapes across the space. The sleeves were slightly wider at the wrists, adding a touch of elegance. It wasn’t just about showing skin. I loved the dress because Liam chose it for me. That alone made it special. Every time the cool air touched my back, I imagined it was his fingers brushing against my skin.

“You! The girl in blue—come here!” Daphne Morgan froze mid-step, clearly startled. “M-Miss Quinn?” “Have you seen Alexander?” Daisy’s tone was clipped, cold. “Speak up.” Daphne hesitated, glancing between us. “I-I saw him earlier… speaking with a model, I think.” The color drained from Daisy’s face before it flared scarlet with outrage. “Unacceptable. Which model?” Daphne stammered, “I-I didn’t catch her name—”