Daisy Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

“How are you?” “I’m fine, Miss Daisy. How are you?” “I’m great,” Daisy replied, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” Sabrina hesitated only a second. “Sure.” “I’ll reward you handsomely.” That sealed it. Daisy handed her a small object, no more than three inches tall. It looked like an ordinary decorative statue, the kind her father would never notice. Inside it, hidden perfectly, was a recording device with a two week lifespan.

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.

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you cool?”

I shut my eyes and scream out loud. _____________ Is Daisy dead? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

She immediately replied to him, “Thank you Lucas for informing me early. I will start preparing from now on.” Lucas was not online so after sending him her reply Daisy was about to close her whatsapp when her eyes shifted to exactly the next name on the list. It was Nicolas with a very handsome profile picture. She enlarged the picture and immediately her lips curled up with a sly smile. She mumbled, “Damn boy! Why you are so hot!” Then staring a few more seconds at the shirtless picture of Nicolas, she mumbled again, “Pervert also. Who gives such a half naked picture.” The profile picture of Nicolas where it was only showing his upper half of the body. His perfectly shaped abs and chest we

CHAPTER THIRTEEN TAYLOR’S POV SOME HOURS LATER The Lamborghini truck wheeled into the pack bridal store. Quite like all small packs, everyone got their things in one place and from one kindred. Daisy’s family, the Fangs, owned this store. So she was already outside waiting for us. She chose peach with silver sequins and flappers on her feet. Yeah, it wasn't the best match but she did that whenever she wanted to tell someone they weren't welcomed. Zephyr felt the full weight of it, especially with her creepy bright smile.

Darian’s being cornered, Zeus is playing a game I don’t understand, and I feel like a pawn someone’s moving without my permission. I don’t hesitate. I don’t text. I don’t call. I head straight for the art building, my boots thudding across the campus walkway as the sky darkens with early evening clouds. Daisy usually stays in the studio after classes, finishing commissions or painting for fun. And she’s there. I can already smell the paint through the crack in the door. But when I push it open, my feet freeze on the spot. They don’t see me at first. Daisy is in Zeus’s arms, their bodies pressed tightly together, lips locked. Her hands are tangled in his shirt, his fingers slipping beneath th

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Sienna I sat cross-legged on the floor, spreading the black paint across the woman's face with my hand. Then, with careful precision, I added flower patterns in shades of gray and white. The contrast brought her face to life, the flowers giving it an ethereal quality. I layered the petals, smoothing them, adding depth—one layer, then another, and another. Ruined Daisy. The name for the piece struck me like lightning, clear and undeniable. I whispered it aloud, testing the sound of it. Yes, Ruined Daisy.