Novel & Cerita Daisy Gardner Writer

It's strange how you could spend years with someone and think that you know everything about them, but there'll come a time or something will happen to make you question if you truly knew them at all. ~ A. Gupta . VIOLET “Damn. Is it just me or did he really get hotter than before?” Daisy nudged my side as we came out of the small play school where she was a teacher and I weekly volunteered for the recreational activities for the kids.

“No, he does not like me... Not the way you’re implying... And anyway, even if by some bizarre, crazy twist of fate he did, it would be impossible… What sane man could fall for a weirdo like me?” “Oh, Lyv… Are you going to start talking nonsense again?” Daisy got up from the desk where she was working, walked over to Everly’s, and sat next to her. She did all this without saying a word. “It’s not nonsense, Daisy, and you know it very well. It’s the sad, awful truth. Most of the time, it takes me a whole morning to build myself up to go through a car wash or go to the Farmers market. How could I ever be part of any man’s life as broken as I am? And especially someone like him? A rock star… us

It lingered in the air, heavy and uncomfortable. Daisy remained seated at her desk, sipping her drink calmly. Without even trying, she had suddenly become the most interesting person in the room. A few colleagues gathered around her. “Please,” one of the male developers said, his eyes bright with excitement. He was also a gamer. “Tell me more about your friend. I didn’t know she was a pro player. How did she even hide that?” Daisy rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested. She didn’t even look at him.

“Jenna, may I introduce you to Daisy? She’s also known as Alberta Wilson, my fiancée.” My dear readers, Thank you for stopping by and reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it. I’m trying my best to update assp. I’ll appreciate it if you explore my other stories as well. Please follow my f******k page riley above story if you wanna chat or keep updated on my writing schedule. Yours, riley above story

Kids climbed into our laps and we sat, five hearts pressed together at the table. Later, I took Daisy aside. We walked in the garden—sun high, the scent of rosemary and lavender heavy in the air. “Thank you,” she said. Her hand found mine. “For what?” “For… showing them. Showing me that you’ll fight.” I stopped—pulled her around. She surprised me, pressed into me. She said: “I don’t ever want that ghost to feel welcome. And I don’t want you thinking you can’t talk.” “I won’t.”

His hands busied themselves with the soil, but his gaze flicked toward me more than once. I didn’t need protection anymore. Whatever danger had surrounded me before was gone. Zachary’s sudden disappearance must have been a blessing. Nothing frightening had happened since. And speaking of him… I felt nothing when his name crossed my mind. Just an ordinary name. When the guard noticed me watching him, he gave a slight nod and returned to his work. “That gardener comes every day,” Daisy said beside me. “He should be done with the garden by now.” “Whatever the neighbors do with their garden isn’t our business,” I said, gently turning her away from him.

Magnus leans forward, moves his hand behind her neck, and pulls her closer. "Why Penny? What could a 4yr old give you?" Asks Magnus. "Reason to live," says Daisy with tears in her eyes. "Tell me everything," says Magnus and wipes a tear off her cheek. Flashback. Daisy was an orphan who jumped from one foster home to another. When she turned 18, she started working for her living. She rented a small apartment for herself and worked as a fashion consultant at a large fashion house.

As soon as I get out of the elevator on the 6th floor, I see Daisy Garcia's beautiful figure. She has her back to me and is chatting with the cheater, Abbi Miller. "Are you getting used to working here?" "Not really well. There's too much for me to do. Daisy Garcia, can you ask Leo Wilson for a favor again? I want to find a position better than a handyman." Abbi Miller pleads with her. I smile too. Does Daisy Garcia come to me asking a favor? I certainly welcome it. Yet...

I mumbled, as I was still only half awake. Daisy turned and smiled widely at me. Her short boyish hairstyle accentuated her sharp cheekbones and brown intelligent eyes, which were currently sparkling with excitement. Daisy, being a damned brilliant engineer, was currently finishing up her degree in Robotic Science. She was extremely passionate about creating new and improved robots. She licked the ketchup off of her index finger, while walking over to hug me. Still somewhat asleep, I remained motionless and she continued to tighten her arms around me. “Oh babe, I came to help you! This is your first day as President Gray’s secretary. Aren’t you excited?!” She asked, practically bouncing up a

I still could not believe it, I mean he knows my name, he has been in my room, I have been in his car, we are meeting today so we can talk about……… “Lana, please come back to us.” Paige said putting aside her calculator and textbooks. I snapped out of my thoughts and gave them a guilty smile. “I’m sorry.” I said putting my phone away and giving them all my attention. “Fill me in.” “Lana won’t really know, she doesn’t read rhe coral writer’s articles.” Daisy said standing back and taking a good look at her work on the canvas. “That’s because she understands that supporting someone like that is not ethical.” Paige said with a groan.