Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

I saw hurt, humiliation, anger, down to disbelief, and beneath all of it? Heartbreak. The bond convulsed violently as pain tore through my chest hard enough to make my jaw tighten, but I masked it anyway. Daisy stared at me for one long terrible second, then she turned and walked out. She left quietly, that somehow made it worse and every step away from me felt like something ripping open beneath my ribs. The moment the door clicked shut behind her I snapped. “Out.” The women startled immediately. “Your Grace….” one of them began carefully.

a soft voice called out. Standing mere feet away, Daisy's ethereal presence commanded attention. Her hourglass figure was draped in an elegant, long purple knitted skirt that cascaded down her long slender legs like a rich, velvety waterfall. The skirt's subtle sheen caught the light, accentuating her delicate curves. A matching lilac cropped top hugged her torso, showcasing her toned tummy. Daisy's raven hair framed her almond-shaped face, with loose waves spilling down her back like a soft waterfall. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights that surrounded us.

The real problem. Not stubbornness. Not rebellion. Fear. Daisy had spent her whole life moving forward constantly. Achieving things. Controlling things. Now suddenly her own body refused to cooperate. And she didn’t know how to handle that helplessness yet. I exhaled slowly before reaching for her carefully. This time gentler. “Come here.” She didn’t resist when I pulled her against me. Her forehead rested lightly against my chest afterward. And quietly— Almost too quietly— She whispered, “I don’t like feeling weak.”

At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

Surprisingly, Daisy was there, looking around at the portraits, with two bags in her hands. “Daisy.” I called in surprise, and she got up from the sofa, a smile spreading on her face. “I hope I'm not disturbing you. I just… You know, you didn't eat before you left. I know how stressed you were when you returned from work yesterday. So I just got snacks, and stuff.” She said, taking out burgers from the bag she brought, and a can of Sprite. “I was rushing because I didn't want you to be in the thick of work when I showed up. You have some time to grab a few bites, right?” She asked, and opened a little plate. “I got strawberries too.” She added, showing them to me, and I laughed.

Daisy felt confused and asked her mother. Grace was already in her sixties. However, because she had spent her life making herself more beautiful, she still looked relatively young and pretty. When she saw the four of them in the distance, her eyes lit up. She said, “Oh, you are right. How come Rene knows them so well? Daisy, who is that girl over there? Is she married?” Grace Miller was from Ireland and was a gentle and sweet woman. She spoke in a very kind way as if Alice were her friend.

“A malevolent power twisted my will, clouded my judgment. I didn't know what I was doing. I was a puppet, just like you are now! Can't you feel it? The cold tendrils of the Death Goddess, binding you, whispering promises of power and control in exchange for your very soul? You think this revenge is your own? You’re merely a pawn in her grand scheme, her chosen instrument for the Great Uprising! She wants to tear this world apart, and you're helping her do it!” Daisy let out a harsh, barking laugh, hollow and devoid of warmth. “Puppet? Oh, Layla, you always were so dramatic. I am no one's puppet. I am simply… enlightened. I have embraced the truth, accepted the power that was always meant to

"Daisy, is it... true?" Daisy smiled. "The outcome is the same now. That's good... I'm fine. Gladyce, I really want to give you a chance!" "..." Unable to control her emotions any longer, tears began welling up in Gladyce's eyes! She would be lying if she said that she had no resentment at all. Because of Daisy, her father never woke up again, and she lost him forever! However, how could a fragile girl like Daisy have such great courage?

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.