Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

I faced the crowd with a smile on my face as they applauded me. I was given a microphone to deliver a speech and I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Good evening, everyone... I’m Rayne Mae Carson. Never have I ever imagined in my entire life that I would be in this position that I’m in right now and for it, I’m grateful. I hope that I would be able to meet your expectations. I will do whatever it takes me to serve the people of this empire and I hope that I would not let anybody down. I will serve and protect this empire along with our great Emperor, Adrian Harlow. This place has always been and will always be my home and I will happily do anything to keep it safe. Thank you for a

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

Kayden Diego is the Alpha and is capable of punishing anyone who went against his orders. Ms Gracey smiled at the beautiful Lily. She doesn't have to say everything before she understands. Lily finally got out of the room and started descending down the stairs gracefully. Justin turned to look at the woman descending the stairs and practically stood transfixed. Gush! is this Lily? Lily wore a red mermaid split gown. Her hair styled into a bun with a few curly strands falling on her face. She carried a silver colored cross bag. She had light makeup and pink lipstick.

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

The last time we met before I could ask your name, you have already left. "You didn't tell me your name," I said. She hesitated before replying, “Sorry, it’s Daisy. Daisy Storm. Kind of corny, I know.” I repeated her name, rolling it over my tongue like a secret. Daisy Storm. It suited her…wild, unpredictable, like the storm brewing in her eyes. I extended a hand. “I like that. It suits you.” She shook my hand lightly, her fingers small but strong. “I’m guessing you’re part of the Black Moon Pack,” she said. “So, you must know Alpha Noah.”

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

In just 10 minutes, I had slipped into a sleek long dress with a daring thigh-high slit. From the depths of my suitcase, I retrieved a black velvet box and flipped it open. The black pearl necklace inside shimmered with an otherworldly luster in the soft light. Slipping it on, the cool pearls lay against my collarbone, a silent statement of elegance. The reflection staring back at me did not seem ready for a charity gala. She looked poised for battle. The gala was set to begin at eight. I made my entrance at 10. Alice, clad in a shimmering silver gown, was mid-laughter with the elite when her eyes caught mine. Her laughter died, her complexion draining of color.

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.”

Her hair fell over her face as she suddenly dropped her weight onto one side, putting on that pale, fragile look she loved to use. "Oh, Daisy," Victoria whispered, her voice immediately turning small, sweet, and trembling. She clutched the small bottle against her chest. "You scared me. I was just... the guards were busy, and my leg was hurting so badly. I came down here to see if the staff had anything to help ease the pain. I didn't mean to get in the way." Looking at her face made disgust roll over me. I remembered this exact voice from the woods. I remembered her playing the sweet, innocent cousin while she helped Cassian ruin my family.

Madison did the same and dragged her away. “Talk to you later, G,” she waved. I turned back to the screen to find my name when I heard that aggravating voice. “Grace Davis,” Hayden said quietly. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. I could hear the smile in it. I refused to look at him. “I didn’t know you attended classes,” I said spitefully. “Well, it’s a good thing I did, or else I wouldn’t have seen my dearest sister.” “Keep your voice down,” I begged. I didn’t want anyone knowing we were related.