Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

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.

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 is breathing heavily when she pushes the other girl's hands aside and pops the clasp herself. "You're my Grace, only mine, my only Pearl" Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skilfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace.

"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

But, surprisingly she found that she was still alive and Kratos was protecting her from every single enemy. She turned on her microphone and in an apologetic tone, she said, "Sorry, I was talking with my mom as she came to inform me about something important." Nicolas immediately replied, "It's alright, Minerva. As long as I am alive, none can touch you. You can trust me." Daisy giggled out and replied, " Thank you, my saviour. I will remember your help." The match ended smoothly and they won the title with 15 kills. After saying good bye, everyone was going to leave the game when suddenly Daisy asked in her sweet tone, "In which college do you all study in Los Angeles?" Her unexpected quest

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f