Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

Tristian I'm sitting with Dahlia when Daisy walks into the pack house. I've never seen her outside of her baggy clothes so I never realized how beautiful she was. The dress she's wearing hugs her body in all the right places even if she's way too skinny and her makeup while subtle makes her natural beauty pop more. My eyes linger on her as she looks around and I see her make her way over to Grayson. I feel a stab in my heart as he circles her and then pulls her into his lap.

DAISY The warm soft breeze wove through my loose curly strands, as they floated behind me. Hopes hair was in a neat pony tail, yet she still had clumps of hair slapping her in the face. Her tiny little lips were pressed together to blow away the strays in her mouth. She made an unattractive noise, it almost sounded similar to blowing a raspberry, as her face scrunched up in disgust. She earnt an amused look from me, and even a tiny laugh as I selfishly watched her try to overcome the wind. Eventually, I pulled the strands away from her face. She rewarded me with a huge, vibrant smile – eyes squinting as she attempted to look up at me – as well as a "Thank you mommy" from her sweet like candy

He looks at me and I shake my head. “No, we set up the guards, Grant needs time he was close to Troy, he knows Troy’s family, so he needs time.” I hear the door and turn seeing Daisy standing there. We need to talk to her, she smiles at us and walks to D and cuddles him. It’s strange that she goes to D for comfort, but then again, I pushed her away so much and hurt her. Maybe it’s because D is crazy, craves blood and little disturbs him? I don’t blame her, especially not coming to me after how badly I treated her.

She was in here. Dumping my bag on the couch, I walked long strides to meet her and probably scold her. “Ares,” a soft, seductive voice called from behind me at the same time a cold breeze blew past me and I halted in my tracks. I turned my tensed body around and all the air was knocked out of me immediately. “Tabitha?” I forced out. She had a beautiful smile on her face as she leaned against the sliding door of the terrace. She was clad in a beautiful red dress that stopped mid-thigh with a dangerously high slit that stopped above her full hips. The dress hugged her curves deliciously, exposing her hot legs and just the right amount of cleavage that left me wanting more.

“Yes, last night my husband and I talked until late before going to sleep, so we woke up a bit late in the morning.” Daisy replied, not so much as an excuse as it was the truth. “You are young but you still have to keep your strength.” Mrs. Cara couldn't help but admonish, not thinking that they would just talk all night. Daisy knew her mother misunderstood her, but she didn't explain, just said: "I know, so why did you call me?" “My grandmother's death anniversary is coming up in a few days. I want to go home and burn incense for her, so I called to let you know."

She gave her a fearful look before she heard Daisy telling her to leave. Grace nodded her head and then walked ahead with Daisy. The vampire kept glaring at her but did not dare to say anything. Perhaps he realised that if he even tried to hit Daisy one more time, Daisy would separate his head from his body. “Thanks for saving, Daisy.” She held her hand tightly, giving it a warm squeeze. Daisy did not say anything but just nodded. But inside, today she was thanking her luck because today due to this luck, she had woken up Ayla due to her anger.

Ananya pov. I was dressed up in a pink gown with my hair tied up in a low bun, a few strands of hair brushing my face that were left intentionally. The gown was floor length and it was a half meter extra long from behind clearly sweeping the floor. The top hugged my body beautifully it was a tight fit that made my curves visible, and the straps were a little thin so my tattoo was clearly visible. A bracelet adorned my wrist and I fiddled my pendant, it was actually the letter A. And no I was not one of those girls who were obssessed with their names, the A stood for Anahita, my birth mom. I knew she would have been so happy if she was here, but at least I could have something that made me f

While she brushed her hair, she couldn’t help, but feel grateful for Alex’s presence. He’d helped her and comforted her and she felt grateful. She used to feel no one cared for her, but after Alex gave her a shoulder to cry on when she needed one the most, she was beginning to think otherwise. She sighed after she finished brushing her hair, it looked so much better. Ariel sighed before twisting the knob of the door and when it opened, she walked out. She decided to go to the kitchen to make something for herself…she was starving and just as she was about to go to the kitchen, she received a mind link from Damien.

"Yes." The woman's smile light up and her brown eyes sparkled. I couldn't shake the idea that I knew her somehow. There was something about her black hair that was caught up into a bun at the back of her head and in the way she smiled. "Oh my! Look at you!" She exclaimed. "You have grown into a beautiful young lady." "Who are you?" I asked. "I'm Eloise Green-Russell. I'm Tristan's older sister." She explains.

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