Daisy Grace Novels & Stories

He asked me, his eyes furrowed at the idea that I could be that forgiving. His phone rang and in my presence and absence of words he picked up the phone as it danced in his hands. My eyes saw her name flash boldly and I gasped. "You said she was nothing to worry about..." I said,my eyes watering now not even from the insult he had gifted me and on our anniversary. "Well. I lied daisy. She is all I think about, morning, noon and night" he spat and I felt sick to my stomach. This couldn't be happening to me, not after what happened last night.

“broken whispers, healing wounds.” Author’s POV “Where do you know her from?” Hades asked in a curious tone. Daisy smiled, “I met her in Alec’s camp,” she muttered slowly. Hades’ growled, his eyes darkened a he heard Alec’s camp. “No, she helped me,” Daisy quickly muttered, trying to pacify the raging Alpha. “She is also Hazel’s sister,” Daisy added. Hades frowned, “Hazel’s sister?” He asked.

I suppose it has to be rather large in size though to accommodate the size of the pack. "Grace!" a little girl screams as soon as she has caught sight of me. "Is that my little Daisy?" I chuckle, lifting her off the ground. Daisy was a little girl I used to baby sit when I was in high school for extra cash. Her parents were always busy with pack duties, so they hired me to take care of her in the evenings until they were finished. That was two years ago. She was barely even walking then. Now I'm standing here looking at a very tall three year old who is still as cute as ever and whom I had missed with all my heart.

"Isabelle likes Northbridge Capital. She wants to begin her career here. You will arrange it." A cream envelope slid across my desk. It was not sealed. Inside was a generous charity check and a pledge to donate to Northbridge's women in finance initiative. I didn't touch it. I only looked at her hands. They were pale, full, and carefully manicured. A diamond bracelet sat on one wrist with the quiet arrogance of serious money. Those hands had never scrubbed coal water from work shirts, split open in winter, or bent all night over a sewing machine. The real Grace Walker didn't have hands like that.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

She ordered me around like she used to, as if I were still her obedient husband from the countryside. Right then, any last bit of hope I had for her crumbled to dust. I remembered the day I first saw her, standing under the big locust tree at the village entrance. She was in a white dress, holding a book, as serene as a painting. The single guys in the village said she was too proud and tough to approach. However, I was enchanted, convinced she was the one I, Max Ferguson, was meant to marry.

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

The number he had called earlier rang back, and he picked it up. "Sir, her name is Rita Dasilva," the caller began, but Adam cut him off sharply, "I have no interest in her name, just tell me what I need to know about her background." "Sir, she is from a poor background," the caller continued, "her father sells newspapers in Lacoste town, and she lost her mother in a car accident when she was eight." "How did a nobody like her make it to Picaremore University and where did she get the guts to look up to my son?" Adam inquired.

Her face was filled with urgency, and I could sense the anxiety emanating from her like a palpable force. "Xander, we've got trouble," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with worry. I turned my icy gaze toward her, my stoic expression unwavering. "What's going on, Daisy?" She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Grace has gone missing." The mere mention of Grace's name sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart clenched in my chest. The bond between Grace and me had started as a contractual agreement, a marriage of convenience, but over time, I'd begun to feel something more for her. A gnawing sense of concern began to claw at me as I listened to Daisy's words.

Chris on the other hand had features exactly like Dylan but he was a mama’s boy while Grace was Daddy’s Princess. Brandon and Dylan also placed their controllers and switched off the screen before joining them on the table. Daisy smiled watching their downturn faces. “Serves you good. It was the best move you pulled Evie,” Daisy said as she plopped on the chair and pulled Grace on her lap. Brandon scoffed and sat beside her. “Aren’t you being too bold today, Doc?” He rasped in a low tone and caressed her bare thigh making her gasp. His eyes sparkled as Daisy wore denim shorts and a light pink shirt, a perfect combo that tempted him to do nasty things with her.