Novel & Cerita Daisy Gardner Writer

I am little bit emotional now because my baby completed here. I will miss you MS ❤️💔❤️ I hope you enjoyed this book 💙 Follow me #authorshazshaik on I*******m for more updates about my books. Psycho But it’s okay S O O N On GOODNOVEL ONLY. SYNOPSIS : Daisy is a kindergarten teacher. She is beautiful and an innocent soul. She has no family and living alone in a small apartment. Her life wasn’t a fairy tale but still she was happy in whatever god gifted her.

"I want to know what love sounds like when it's not driving out my senses and lies becomes the eorfs to live by. Will it cracks like a wave when my voice shakes?" Daisy paused writing. She realized how long she have written. She tried to put up a smile then she folded the paper. "Done, let's go throw it" She raised her brows excitedly. She held Izzy's hand and the two ran to the garden. Daisy threw the perfectly folded paper which was in the form of an aeroplane away. Izzy clapped excitedly. At moment, she was the only thing that light Daisy's little word.

“My one might be a bit long for you but it should fit otherwise.” Halsey is about to politely refuse but Daisy adds, “It’ll make me feel better! Please, lemme make it up to you. Just come with me. It’s in my locker at the gym. It’ll make me feel better if I can help you!” Daisy is a popular cheerleader and is one of the people who seems to be genuinely kind. She has a pretty smile which is alluring to many people. Halsey has a few classes with her but they never interacted before but Daisy is known to help people a lot.

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

A voice in my head was saying, “Daisy, be the bigger person and just let it slide” While the second voice said, “Don't let it slide. Serve her a dose of her own medicine. Ask for the microphone and say ‘Just like my sister rightly said, it is every father's dream to raise successful children. I am Daisy Macklin, an award-winning writer with more than 14 published books. With 65 of my books ranked as best sellers, one-time nominee for the Costa Book Award. And this year, one of the books got me nominated for ( The Pulitzer Prize award), and just to name a few.”

“But I can relay your cooperation to the right people. People who can fulfill the deal.” “Fine. Just promise me I won’t die in here.” “No problem. I will do my best to prevent that.” His answer is not enough. But it is all I have. I sigh. “What do you want to know about Daisy?” “Start with her childhood.” The guard says and pulls out a small notebook and a pencil. “I want anything unusual. Anything that might explain her current abilities.” I lean back against the wall and close my eyes, thinking. “Well, Daisy’s mother died when she was like five or six, I can’t really remember,” I start. “Her mum’s name is Beatrice Caldwell. My mother killed her by poisoning her slowly for months. Everyone

Daisy and I would never forgive Connor—ever again. Just as I was still racking my brain on how to prove Daisy didn't plagiarize, a firm male voice suddenly broke the heavy silence. "What plagiarism? I can prove Daisy didn't copy anyone's work!" A casually dressed but tall man approached, and Daisy's eyes lit up. She immediately recognized him. "Mr. Gardner!" It was Oliver Gardner, one of my old high school classmates. Back then, he came from a struggling family and sometimes didn't even have enough for lunch. I had secretly helped him, and once he found out, he promised to repay me someday.

Daisy didn’t intend to say her husband’s name, she just said: “I have a teacher, but this teacher is even more amazing than these paintings.” “Which teacher is that? Can you introduce me? I want to train a group of painters shortly but haven’t found anyone yet. I think this person is very good, can you help me?” The editor-in-chief’s eyes lit up, and she looked excited. “I’m very sorry, this teacher of mine is very busy, and he only teaches me.” Others, no chance. Daisy flatly refused. Her husband could only teach her, how could he teach others?

Can't she hurry up and let Tara work faster. I wish I was the author. Author:*Smirks and plots the king's death* mwahahahah Please read, vote,comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

Tonight I was going to be her again. I did my hair. I put on earrings. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a moment, not critically, not hopefully, I just looked. Daisy Brown, twenty four, fashion photographer, currently residing in a borrowed room in an apartment that was not hers, in possession of all her own feelings and not willing to give them away for less than they were worth. I picked up my phone. Opened the chat between Casper and I. I typed quickly before I thought about it too carefully.