Daisy Gardner Writer Novels & Stories

" Ray said sweetly. Daisy's face heated up. "That was a long time ago." She said, referring to the one day she showed off her dancing skills after completing her classes. "And you," she continued. "The last I heard, you created a music band and you have some nice music out there." "You’re blushing." Ray cut in "I’m sorry." She offered a sheepish smile, lowering her face. "Mhmm, not sure how to say I read an article about you without sounding awkward?"

***Daisy's POV.*** I get ready in a rose gold sequin bodycon gown which has a cold shoulder short sleeve and choker neck. I wear the crescent moon earrings which my parents gifted me today. As I fluff my hair, my mind goes back to this afternoon when that thought invaded my mind. I love kids and so does Theo. However, we just started our relationship and we both are so busy that I feel we won’t be able to make space for that baby. I would do anything to have Theo’s babies, but it is very early. Or maybe I am worrying about nothing.

“Of course not Gerald, recently Josephine has been busy with work, so she can’t make time to meet you, but when the time comes, she will prepare a special meeting with you definitely. “You know, Gerald, that you two have a story that is difficult to forget? Of course, Josephine doesn’t want this meeting of you to be with no impressions,” Daisy said, suddenly making Gerald’s face a little brighter. Daisy is superb at words, expressing seduction. Sh never hesitates to say sweet things in front of her gold mine, no matter if her words are lies. As of now, Daisy talks about Josephine’s busy life and their unforgettable story just to please Gerald.

Didn't have an idea how she would feel knowing her precious husband had become nothing to write home about. Whatever. When I get to that bridge I will figure out how to cross it. “Eira, let your Father be. You can’t always be mad at him. At least, he is alive. Mine is long gone to be with the Goddess,” Daisy chuckled as if speaking about her dead Father was funny. “Let’s just get dressed and get to work. I don’t want us to be kicked out on the first day of resumption.” “Hmm,” my head nodded. I fixed my hair in a low ponytail, slipping my feet into my sneakers.

The moment the doors opened, the noise from outside was swallowed by a suffocating silence. And then— "The person with a 100% identical code to Fresh Gardens is President Daisy Turner." My breath caught in my throat. I scanned the room, searching for her. And then I saw her. Daisy. She stood in the center of the room, her red dress hugging her figure like it was painted on. The soft lighting reflected off her skin, making her glow like a goddess. She looked powerful. She looked victorious. She looked dangerous. I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Grandma, don't you worry. With me around, no one can push Abigail to the brink." "Xander, do you know who was the one behind the spread of those photos?" "Yes, Grandma, my men have already uncovered who's behind it." "Who is she?" "The wife of Gavin Guzman of the Guzman family, Daisy Gardner." The name caused Cassandra's eyes to widen in shock. "Daisy... Gardner? You mean to say the person who spread Abigail's photos across the internet is named Daisy Gardner?" "Do you know her, Grandma?" Xander asked.

I was looking at her every move whenever we’re in the lab but she did not say anything other than listening to her music when shew as working. I think I will miss that after this. “You’re lying,” she said as she was looking at me. Her brown eyes were hard but I don’t think that my cock would twitch after I uncovered the truth about her, or rather her father did to mine. I was angry but I did not diss the fact that I was taken by her beauty at all. Daisy Dyer was one hot woman with her brown eyes like melted chocolate and her brown hair that she usually likes to braid. But today, she put it in a messy bun. I wanted it to tumble over my pillow and wanted to see her expression when she was clim

She couldn't believe it all, but she didn't doubt Jeremy's honesty either. What a pity! What did she do to get in the eyes of a ganglord? She opened her eyes taking in a deep breath and Daisy was standing in front of her with a bunch of the miniature roses and was stunned. Daisy is someone with a green thumb and the garden in the West side of the clinic is entirely her work. She doesn't like anyone touching even a leaf or petal of her flowers and for her to pluck this many flowers, it made her stunned. "No one brings her flowers... that poor thing... She needs to know there are people who care for her," Daisy said with a bright smile that comes to her naturally, and Dr. Kruger nodded with a

When Daisy reached her home, she was too tired but yet she decided to start writing as searching materials was also going to take quite a long time. Whole evening she collected all the necessary information, then after dinner, she decided to start. She only had five or six days in her hand to complete the whole thing. Though it was almost midnight and Daisy was feeling extremely sleepy, yet she started writing. Tsk! Tsk! Daisy woke up, startled hearing a sudden low knock at the door of her balcony. After blinking for a few times, she managed to open her eyes and looked at the door. Instantly, she found a silhouette, standing at the dark balcony. Her heart immediately jumped in fear as if it

, I feigned annoyance. "Your mother is too serious for my liking, I guess we'll meet in her absence", he whispered and winked at Daisy before slumping to a seat beside her as Daisy giggled. "Larry", I yelled and he put on a serious face immediately. "Daisy needs an editor for her book. I want you to be in charge." "Waw! She's a writer too?" I nodded. "I'll be glad to work with her", he grinned. "Real work is what I want."