Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

Sir Eletrish Anounced in response to the crowd At this point everyone went nuts making as much noise as they possibly could. "Now that's What I like to hear Now we have a very intresting fight here for you as both of these youngsters are over brimming with potiential and with out fauther ado it is my honor to introduce them to you. Over here" He Gestures to Daisy " Is a little lady from imagination sector of the Creation Nation she may not seem like much but once she gets fighting it be a huge mistake to underestimate her, She is the ever kind and energitc Daisy Astair!" Sir. Eletrish Calls out enthusiatically as the crowd returns it in aplause.

"That's a lie! You're intentionally messing with him. Who do you think you are!" The hallways was empty. Daisy saw this as an opportunity. She attached Meridith and arranged her curls in her hand. She then yank it hard so much until a pain filled growl tore out from Meridith. "I am Daisy. Alpha Damon's Sinner slave, that's who I am" After saying this, she left Meridith's hair, pushing her back with it. Then she took two steps closer to her.

I was quicker to close the door and pluck the card from the bouquet, which hid her face. "Dear Kate," I read. "Baby, no." Mom tried to get the card from my hand unsuccessfully. "So, is this what you were hiding all the time?" I yelled as I ran to the stairs while she tried to balance the bouquet. Though it was not heavy it was tough to carry when it was so huge. "Dear Kate, I hope you like the flowers. I saw them at the shop today and couldn't help but remember your contagious smile, so genuine like those white daisies you love so much."

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.

She was standing right beside her desk. Daisy looked different. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight, neat bun at the base of her neck. She wore a simple knit cardigan and flat shoes. Her face was pale, the soft freckles across the bridge of her nose standing out starkly against her skin. Her hazel eyes locked onto mine. The look in them was so cold, so guarded, that it felt like a physical blow. "Is everything alright?" Principal Hayes asked, her bright smile wavering as she looked between us.

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.

Her silver-white hair was a wild storm around her face, her eyes, usually the soft blue of a summer sky, were now the colour of a brewing tempest. She stopped the moment the door clicked shut behind me, her gaze snapping to mine. There was no relief in her expression, only a burning, insatiable hunger for more. “Is it done?” Her voice was a raw, ragged thing. “Is she dead, Daven? Did you end it?” I moved towards her, keeping my own voice low and steady, a balm against her fire. “Daisy. She’s secured. In the lower cells, just as I ordered. She will suffer.”

"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?