Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

He mumbled to himself, not saying anything more as I discreetly pulled my phone out, going to search up that very same woman on the internet. Ines Silvia Agua. She's a singer and songwriter under Kingston Entertainment, having rose to fame just over a year ago with her debut album, Bittersweet, which quickly became a top selling album. Her second album, Fragile, followed not long after the release of the first one, topping the sales by double the amount, and she quickly won a number of different awards from them, that included the Best R&B Album, Best New Artist, and Best Cinematography award.

Grace reaches out a hand and brushes one of the girl's nipples, relishing in the soft sigh Evelyn releases in response, "You're beautiful," Evelyn says quietly, momentarily stunned by the true beauty of Grace. The girl kisses Evelyn again, gently this time. Grace moves to take her underwear off but Evelyn reaches out a hand and grabs her wrist, "Not yet." She says seriously, "Let's have a little fun first."

"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.

"Perfect. Your face was covered too. So even if you both ever cross path, you both still won't be able to recognize each other. Whatever, at this moment you should be worried on what to tell the chief." “Who's afraid of him anyway. I don't give a damn to the chief?” Said Daisy while walking straight to her office desk. “Daisy, chief's calling you.” Sounded Rayns voice, to which Ella said, “See, I told you. Best of luck, girl.” Daisy winked at her while walking straight to the chief's office. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a Daisy Moore. A twenty-five years old, female intelligence officer. There's no mission, that I have failed to fulfil. I am fearless and won't even think for a sing

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

It’s not until she’s spoken everything that’s been on her mind that she takes a deep breath. “I know Charlie, but Henry didn’t have the perfect bride he thought he had. At this moment she’s graveling to Benjamin for sanctuary.” “What? She’s still alive? Sanctuary where?” “Daisy was here with me when you were…I could have killed her, but I didn’t and she escaped before we got back. She’s in Austria, preaching her lies to Benjamin and The High Council as she believes you’re dead and I’m out to get her. Grace is requesting that an event be made out of her sudden appearance and that, my love, this is where you come in. She thinks The High Council is going to save her, but with your personal test

Daisy asked her, lifting her gaze from her notebook, and Grace chuckled with a little bit of evil sound in it. "Now that you have asked me that, girl... Hand me your laptop as payment for the twenty-five-item statistics homework. Come on. I'm going to watch a movie. My curfew is nine, and I still have an hour and forty-two minutes. That's one movie without watching the credits. But doncha worry because you can throw me hard questions that you don't understand about the stuff you are working on, and I will try to supply your needs with what my pea brain could produce." Grace answered, and Daisy let out a sigh of defeat, then pointed at the study table, where the gadget is on. Well, thankfully

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

“They gave me a springboard I intend to make the most of. And, she liked me, so I’m going to take a look tomorrow.” Amid gaping grins and raised brows, the question arises in stereo. “She?” “Oh come on, guys. Her name’s Grace. She’s got to be nine hundred years old.” I carefully omit that Grace didn’t sound like she was nine hundred years old. In fact, she speaks with a quiet refinement, but it’s tinged with something youthful, something—well, graceful. I can’t account for how her voice affected me, but I’m certain it wasn’t because she sounded old.