Daisy Gardner Writer Novels & Stories

Victories nobody would ever take for granted again. That morning Daisy was sitting beside Violet's incubator. A blanket draped over her legs. A notebook in her lap. Roman paused. "What are you doing?" Daisy looked up. "Writing." Roman frowned. "You're working." "No." "That looks suspiciously like working." "It's not." Roman remained unconvinced. Daisy sighed dramatically. "I'm making notes." "For?" Daisy smiled softly. "The girls." Roman blinked. "What girls?" Daisy stared. "You have two daughters."

Daisy was on the floor. Not sitting. On her knees on the hardwood with sheets of paper scattered around her in every direction, some of them crumpled at the edges where she had been pressing too hard, some of them flat and covered in her careful handwriting. She was writing on a fresh one as I watched — fast, urgent, not her usual deliberate pace but something desperate underneath it. Patrick was at his desk.

While walking out, she said, “Daisy, doesn't give chances to those who lie to her. Settle this man and inform the chief, that I have accomplished my mission. The burglars have been caught.” “Daisy, are you even a girl? How could you be so much ruthless? You actually killed the man, knowing that he lied. Believe me, the chief is going to get mad at you again.” Said Ella, Daisy's best friend and her colleague. "There is definitely no place of mercy for liars in my books." Snapped Daisy. "Daisy, I understand that you still can't forget that man, but..." "Enough"... Past Daisy was in France handling a case, busy with her everyday routine.

I had never been treated so kindly and delicately in a very long time. "Oh Daisy, you are gonna make me cry," I said, as an amused laugh tore from my throat. "We should go in. They are about to say their speech," Daisy said. "Do you know I spent all day writing that speech for them? Frynn is terrible at making speeches, while Brynn on the other hand, is too lazy to even read it. And I can bet my whole money on it that I only wasted my precious time writing it." "And why is that?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my tone.

"It smells wonderful—so fresh and soothing. You shouldn't have." She asked the housemaid to store it in her perfume cabinet, then continued arranging the flowers. Adriana assisted from the side and asked gently, "You look thinner, Daisy. Are you feeling unwell?" "Not at all. I'm in good health. I even went for a morning run today." Daisy smiled, holding a lily stem up to compare it against the vase. "That's good. I won a national award, and the ceremony is the day after tomorrow. Come support me, won't you?"

Lily stood up and continued, "I'll find someone else to take your place. You're a competent person. You shouldn't waste your potential on my humble home. I'm not worthy of you." "Madam? Madam!" Daisy cried, crawling after her. "I'm just a nanny. I don't know anything besides caring for children and catering to families. I'm really happy here. “On top of that, aren't you going to Burnwken? Someone has to take care of Galen. I can do it! You can let me go once you've returned from Burnwken, okay?" She said it anxiously. "Daisy." Lily stopped in her steps and looked down at Daisy. "You know too much!"

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So Daisy’s activities were reported in more detail to Elin by her guards. Dash was a little surprised to learn that Daisy was studying two majors at the same time, but neither of them was related to plants or soil. All of her knowledge came from her childhood experience of farming. That garden didn’t only help her reduce the cost of buying food every day, but also brought in a significant income, which she sent back to her family. That could be the reason Daisy took care of her garden like it was the ancestors.

Logan and Lauren were still missing as well so this was her one and only chance. She opened up the door again, grabbed the gardening props set up for her, and walked with her cap pulled down toward the front gate. "We have someone coming out!" squealed the now familiar voice of the reporter. "Daisy, you had a look at the woman before, is that them?" Trisha forced herself to continue moving as Daisy's eyes raked over her figure. "No, that's not the one. Can't you tell a filthy gardener when you smell one?" she wrinkled her nose.

I replied "My lady , you are DAISY PERENNIS ; daughter of duke BELLIS PERENNIS , the richest buisness man in this Kingdom. So , this is really not my world . I can't really believe it . If its a dream , I want to wake up . I pinched me ; it hurts. Wait , why does the name sounds familiar ? A sudden flash in her mind. DAISY PERENNIS , the heroine of flower garden a romance (19+) novel . "Why ?" "Why ?" "Why do I have to be in this novel out of all other novels".