Daisy Edgar-jones Feet Novels & Stories

DAISY'S POV Three days after Zordon proposed, I stood at the edge of Mooncliff Summit, dressed in white and shaking in my boots. Well, technically I was barefoot. The seamstress had tried heels, but I had nearly broken my ankle so we settled on soft, woven sandals that I'd kicked off somewhere near the top of the cliff. My feet pressed into the warm stone now, grounding me in a way nothing else could. I kept my hands over my belly, partly out of instinct, partly because it helped me breathe. The baby was quiet this morning. Still and peaceful. Maybe he sensed the magnitude of today. Maybe he was waiting, just like the rest of the world.

She was running towards something, not away. Daisy was waiting at the tiny, rustic station, leaning against her beat-up, mud-splattered Jeep. She wore worn hiking boots, faded jeans, and a thick flannel shirt over a thermal. She looked like a woodland spirit, utterly at home. When she saw Sienna, her face lit with a smile so bright it seemed to cut through the crisp mountain air.

Killam felt the lust cool. "Turn around. Let me get a look at you." He stepped back to examine her merchandise. She cocked a hip, towering in those gladiator looking brown leather platform sandal heel things, then did a slow pivot with a generous sway of her hips. Jabby clapped his hands in glee. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect, Killam?" Daisy's back was to Jabby and her gaze jumped to Killam. She wasn't smiling or even pretending now. Her gaze was molten green and gold.

Daisy The weekend had finally come. I had spent all week knocked off my feet at work and couldn't wait for these next two days to drag. I strolled along the perfectly laid concrete path, my feet softly hitting the rough gravel, admiring the beautiful view from my house. My garden, at my new, old-fashioned, two storey home, was relatively big in size; it was predominantly grass, but there was a tiny footpath leading to the top. I stepped over onto the lush, freshly cut lawn and let my feet sink through the strands. Watching the insects fly past, and the sun blaze down onto me, I let myself feel free under the heat while Hope slept. It was exhilarating.

Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, she quickly backed away and limped out of the elevator. A few employees in front saw this scene and couldn't help but laugh. One person said maliciously: "Guys, marrying into a rich family is just that." Hearing that, Daisy just frowned, took off her two shoes, used her strength to break the heels, and put them in the trash can next to her. Her movements were so smooth that the people who were laughing stiffened, they didn't think she would act like that. Daisy put on her shoes again and proudly walked past those people without any shame.

Something in between — quiet and broken and coming from the top of the stairs. I looked up. Daisy was standing on the landing in her pyjamas with her hand gripping the banister and her face wet. She had clearly been there for a while. Long enough to hear what was happening below. Her small shoulders were shaking with the effort of keeping the sounds she was making as quiet as possible, like she was trying to cry without anyone finding out. "Hey." I was up the stairs in seconds. "Hey, hey, hey." I moved in front of her immediately, blocking her view down the hallway below, both hands going to her shoulders to turn her gently away from the top of the stairs.

The bumpy road in the snow was when Daisy carried him as she walked; the warmth and comfort he felt was when Daisy brought him into this snow cave. "Caspian, you b*stard! You're only paying attention to half of what I'm saying!" Daisy was furious, and she stomped toward Caspian. Then, she stepped on Caspian's chest with her beautiful leg and glared at him with a vicious gaze from above. Even though it was cold, Daisy was still bare-footed. The skin on her legs was delicate and crystal clear, and her toes were plump, which looked like an enchanting treasure.

I want it sorted, but I don't want anyone seeing Daisy here yet. "Sure thing. I already have measurements, so I will get everything sorted. Just dance studio nothing special?" "Include a pole or two. I'm going, get it sorted." Hanging up I walk out hearing the low hum of music. Walking towards the stairs I stop at Daisy's room. My eyes widen as she dances, a black leather skirt and a corset. Standing I don't move, just watching as she dances and places the items away we bought today. Turning I storm downstairs, reaching the bottom my brothers look at me.

A bright red handprint bloomed on his cheek. If this was what he wanted, I had no problem ripping off the last shred of his self-respect. He stormed out, slammed the door behind him, and drove off. He never came back. A little while later, my phone buzzed. Tiffany had stopped posting her usual suggestive updates on Facebook. This time, she sent me a direct message—with a picture attached. "Your husband sure knows how to make a woman happy." She was probably still in the hospital. In the photo, Zachary was sitting beside her, peeling an apple. In her hand was a slice of apple, shaped into a rabbit.

He face-palmed, lifting his head to look at the kitchen door when it creaked. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Daisy came over after Draven left; Draven's mom sent her to bring cookies for me." I held in a laugh when his eyes widened before he masked his expression with a blank one. "Have you come to bore the luna with your boring sexual stories?" Daisy asked as she placed the tray of cookies on the table, pushing Jones feet over the edge. She wore a simple body-con dress that reached to the middle of her thighs. It had a v-neck that gave a glimpse of her boobs, and I didn't miss Jones eyes drifting to her chest as she bent to place the tray.