Daisy Delacroix Novels & Stories

I finished. Daisy sat across from me. She hadn’t moved from her position—knees drawn up, arms around them, watching me with an expression I’d seen a hundred times across a hundred late-night kitchen tables. She was quiet for long enough that I could hear the tap drip twice. “If Chloe were premature and locked in a room,” Daisy said plainly, “you wouldn’t stop to consider who her father was sleeping with. You’d go.”

Dalziel helped the girl pass in front of many people. Someone couldn't help it, angrily said: "That despicable woman, before, she was Atlas. Now, she seduced Dalziel again. She is truly shameless.” “She is the type of woman who only knows how to use evil tricks.” The other ladies talked together. Daisy held a glass of wine to invite guests, her face still unchanged. First, the glass of wine she held was fruit wine. Second, for each guest, she just clicked her lips. Third, her ability to drink alcohol is not bad.

The moment Ivy saw Hazel, her eyes lit up and she screamed excitedly, "You are the beautiful designer on the show Beauty on the Runway! I am such a big fan! I like your designs very much. They are all so beautiful. My birthday is coming up. Can you design an evening dress for me?" "Sure! It would be my honor," Hazel said with a smile. Daisy pouted and said, "Zac, you are already going to have one wife and one concubine. Where does that leave Leila? She came back from America before she could even finish her studies because of you." Daisy was a young photographer who had just returned from France after finishing her studies there. She had a good relationship with Leila, so she had to speak up

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 mumbled, as I was still only half awake. Daisy turned and smiled widely at me. Her short boyish hairstyle accentuated her sharp cheekbones and brown intelligent eyes, which were currently sparkling with excitement. Daisy, being a damned brilliant engineer, was currently finishing up her degree in Robotic Science. She was extremely passionate about creating new and improved robots. She licked the ketchup off of her index finger, while walking over to hug me. Still somewhat asleep, I remained motionless and she continued to tighten her arms around me. “Oh babe, I came to help you! This is your first day as President Gray’s secretary. Aren’t you excited?!” She asked, practically bouncing up a

Marisa Darcywas wearing a Chanel limited edition light curry dress, which made her whole person gentle. When she saw Emma Rosy, Marisa Darcy smiled, "Emma Rosy, you're finally here." Emma Rosy stiffened, her hands clutching the bag, her stubbornness and pride would not let her bow her head in front of Marisa Miller. Emma Rosy bit her lip, turned around and walked away.

She doesn't say anything just runs past crying and I hear her door lock. "What did you do?" I look at Demitri "You think I did that! Fuck off, Calix. He can explain." I watch as he points to Troy. Stepping forward I look at him. "She was fine, everything was fine. She went to the toilet and didn't come back out. After a few minutes, I went in and found her screaming and fighting Alex off." "He's dead right?" I watch as Demitri shakes his head. "Daisy ran out, I had hold of him, but at that moment it was either stay and kill him or chase Daisy. I chose to chase her, I didn't know Demitri was there."

Daisy started taking off her clothes until she was left in nothing but skin. Damon shifted his eyes away in shame, he is in pain, he is embarrassed, he is sad. He diesht want anyone to see him this way. "I don't understand it all...but it's alright. I will take care of you" Daisy whispered in her neutral voice. "You're okay, Master" Daisy soothed him, lifting his face. Then she stared helping him to take off his clothes. She would love to kiss his wet eyelid, but she doesn't have the courage to do so.

The problem was that broken people did broken things and Lily Andrews was the particular kind of brilliant that made broken things look very polished from the outside. She had seen Daisy’s profile. I was certain of that, the call had been too specifically timed, too carefully vague, for someone who did not know what they were dealing with. She had done her research. She had looked at the woman in Dexter’s apartment and made her assessment and decided on a strategy and the strategy was starting to show its edges. I needed to know what the strategy was before it reached Daisy. I got up and went to the kitchen for water. The sunflower was in a glass on the counter, Daisy had found it and put it

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