Daisy Delacroix Novels & Stories

I paid and drove home immediately. “Get me two tumblers for Max and me.” I said to a maid, as I arranged the table with fruits. “Here, ma'am.” The maid said shortly, after she arrived with the glasses. “Are these Max’s favorite glasses?” I asked, then checked them. “Oh yes, they are. Never mind.” Then I saw my maid running to me. “Daisy was here.” She blurted out, breathing hard, like she had run a marathon, as soon as she knew I had come home.

Daisy watched the large group of children playing and thought to herself that the York family truly had a vast legacy and a thriving household. The children paused their playing when they noticed the unfamiliar face. Jane, Liberty, and the others who had been sitting nearby came over. “Aunt Rosella.” They greeted Rosella, following Serenity’s lead. Rosella smiled in acknowledgment, and Serenity introduced Daisy to her sister and friends. Everyone exchanged pleasantries with Daisy. Looking at Jane, Daisy said with a smile, “So you’re the daughter of the Lafayette family from Meadspring. I’ve heard about you but never had the chance to meet you. I didn’t expect to see you in person today.”

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."

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud, startling Victoria and the Duke. They both turned, their bodies tense, as a woman entered the room, her presence undeniable. There, standing in the threshold, was Isabella’s sister, Elena Deveaurux. Victoria’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of her. Elena was everything Isabella wasn’t: composed, calm, with a quiet power that emanated from her like a shroud. Her dark eyes flickered over the room, assessing the situation with a sharpness that made Victoria uneasy. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. But the coldness in her gaze was unmistakable.

He asked. His question to me sounded like, ‘Who the fuck was Alexandra, and why are we talking about her instead of what brought us here?’ That was right; he had no idea Daisy was Alexandra. “Daisy,” I said, and his expression told me he already understood what we were talking about. “Right, that’s the name she gave to you lot. She was a hard thing to find, that one, but no more of her drama. I want her back.” “You can’t have her,” for one, she doesn’t belong to him, and she was mine.

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

I felt her softly punch my arm. “You bully,” I said in her ear as I bit on her ear lobe. “Sadie, I want you, baby girl,” She sat up and looked at me. She cocked her head slightly. Then she ran her fingers through my hair. She sat back some and started to remove her dress over her head. She set it down in the seat next to us and sat in my lap. In nothing but her bra and panties. I just looked at her as her hair fell down in front of her and she was the most beautiful sight. I was seriously falling in love with her. I ran my fingers down her arms and kissed her shoulder. She reached around and undid her bra. My body was full of lust for her. She kept her eyes on mine as she slipped her bra off

"Trisha. Please pass me that glass plate, " Mrs Macaulay says to her daughter. "Mum, have it," Trisha says now handing over the glass to her mum. "I hope you have found a lesson tutor?" Mrs Macaulay a fair-skinned lady in her late forties asks.

Believe it or not, I hoped to see Dalton dropping Millie here but I wasn’t so sure whether I was ready to face him. A knock at my bedroom door broke me out of my reverie. I rushed to open the door, hoping to see Dalton. The smile on my face wiped out when I saw who stood alongside Millie. It was Delilah, definitely not the person I was expecting but seeing that she was the one who had dropped Millie here for the past three days, I wasn’t surprised at all. “Good morning, Cassie,” Millie greeted me, beaming with happiness as she excitedly rushed by me after hugging and giving her mother a goodbye kiss.

"So people don't just vanish. Unless someone erased them. Or unless Samuel Chen never existed in the first place." Daisy collapses back on her seat. "You think it was a fake identity?" She asked. "I think someone got close to Daisy under a false name. Then it disappeared." Viktor said flatly "What would he need from me?" Daisy's voice was low, tears rolling down her cheek uncontrollably. "I'm just a writer." "You have access, Daisy," I said quietly. She looked at me. Confused. "You are no ordinary writer Daisy. You are General Macklin's daughter. One of the most powerful military commanders."