Daisy Duck Sad Novels & Stories

My body slides down on the floor in dismay, I rest my head against the side of the bed. What do I do? __________ I feel sad for Daisy? What should she do? Any suggestions? Was Salvatore's reason justified? Vote and Comment my loved... ♥️♥️

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

Breathing hard with tears in her eyes, hands shivering and choking she found her only mate fallen there. "MY DOLL!!" she screamed, ran to her, picking it from dirt and hugged her crying "Don't..... leave me please. Don't leave me alone here I am scared" she looked at her smiling and said "I'm sorry that I dropped you" But, her doll was still smiling sweetly even after being fallen in black mud. It still had it's smile which encouraged little girls to play and that what it's smile She rubbed her tears and looked up at the dustbin "maybe we can find food here?"

I laughed, but it came out as a croak. “Have a lovely rest of your day, Miss Wright. Be sure not to get into any fights with a flamingo.” Oh my God, I’m so fucked.

That was the first word she could utter and the person that was present with her was her mom when she opened her eyes. "I don't know if I should really be happy or sad mom that I'll be discharged today" Anna replied fiddling with her fingers. "Anna! Why are you saying that? of course you should be happy the doctors and nurses did their very best to keep you alive for us". "But I'm not happy I'm alive mom, deep inside my heart I'm not happy. Why should I be happy when Drake is dead? Drake wasn't meant to die, it's all my fault he's dead and I'm alive. How can I ever be happy knowing I'll never see him again? Tell me mom, how can I survive this loneliness?"

***Daisy's POV.*** After a hectic day at the office, I came back home and ordered a pizza. I watched some comedy to get my mind off of many things like the worst week I had so far and also my boyfriend not calling me for two days in a row. If he thinks I would be the first to break and call him, then he is going to wait forever. I felt sad about the fact that he was not calling me or texting me, but I felt more concerned about the fact that he must have thought about my conservation as a way of breaking up.

I sobbed. Normally, when I spoke to her, Daisy would react in different ways that told me she was listening. Her ears would perk up, her head would cock, little quirks that had become telltale signs of how she perceived me. But now, she just laid there still, almost in a distantly somber state. I collapsed onto her back and cried into her fur, not able to resist the small bit of comfort that she was selflessly providing. I allowed myself to shamelessly ball against her for a good while before finally sitting back up and attempting to pull myself together, though there wasn't much left of me to grasp. I took a few deep breaths and wiped my face, again. "Thanks," I looked down to Daisy, "I nee

She only knew Eddie was not home and she wanted him there. Eddie attended church every Sunday. Ms. Daisy a Chapel Volunteer can every Sunday afternoon. Eddie began to befriend Ms. Daisy. She reminded Eddie of his mother. Eddie began talking to her about his family. Eddie told her how his father died when he was 12 years old. His mother was blind, and he had a little sister named Carol that depended on him. Daisy began to feel sorry for Eddie. She promised Eddie that the family would not go hungry. He told Daisy that he was in the field stealing food to feed his family. He was trying to kill a rabbit with his BB Gun. He never intended to kill Mr. Jim. Ms. Daisy started asking him more questio

Daisy's POV "Help.... Something's pulling me down, I can't swim that well!" I scream and internally high-five myself for sounding so believable. I splash harder like something was really dragging me down. "Daisy! Hold-on, I'm coming" Hunter shouts panicked. He frantically tries to take off his shirt but decides against it all together and jumps in the river. At this, I just couldn't stop the laughter that had been bubbling in my throat. I laugh hard and uncontrollably.

Then he walked off, leaving me there, humiliated and empty-handed. This time? Not happening. I dug a carton of strawberry milk out of my bag. It was supposed to be my breakfast, but it felt way more useful as a prop. "Here," I said, holding it out. "Drinking too much isn't great for your stomach." Kenneth glanced up, icy as ever. "I don't need your pity." "Cool," I said, unfazed. I set the milk next to him. "But if you trash your stomach, your mom wouldn't like it."