Daisy Jones And The Six Audiobook Cast Novels & Stories

a staff member yelled. Daisy’s heart raced as she saw the flames spread rapidly toward the camp. Panic erupted, and cast members scattered. “Veronica! Clara!” Daisy shouted, trying to locate her friends. Suddenly, she felt a firm hand grip her arm, pulling her back just as a burning branch collapsed where she had been standing. She turned, expecting to see Veronica or Clara, but froze when she met the icy gaze of Ezekiel Chen. “Daisy,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. “Stay close to me.”

“But to shock you… you just lost to me.” With quiet confidence, I dialed a number. Jeo's POV "Hello, Lucas," I said into the phone as I drove, my tone calm despite the usual traffic. "Daisy has been kidnapped," he blurted out, his voice urgent and sharp. The words hit me like a sledgehammer. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, and I instinctively slowed the car, heart skipping. But I quickly pressed the gas again, regaining control before I caused an accident.

She turned back to the settee, as she stopped beside it and looked down at the woman sitting on its plush velvet. Daisy Richards lifted her head, a monocle, held on a long golden handle to her left eye. “Well, late is the hour in which you seek me out, young Skin Writer.” Serenity’s face heated and Daisy smiled. “But please, take a seat.” She did and Daisy turned her head, looking back to the pair of demons at the door. “Can you get us some lemonade, George?” “Yes Ma’am.”

“There are six members currently. Mostly family friends and loyal patrons. You’ll meet them soon. They’ll be expecting to see Daisy strong and involved again. You can’t afford to appear detached.” I nodded again, feeling a tightening in my chest. This was too much. Too real. Jade started naming them. “There’s Mrs. Adele Harcourt—very sharp, always in a pantsuit. Don’t be surprised if she tries to intimidate you.” “Got it.” “Then there’s Victor Greene—he’s elderly, calm, very supportive of Daisy. He’s probably the easiest to manage.” I scribbled notes furiously. “Matthew Chan, international donor. Then Helena Kim, one of the toughest women I’ve ever met. She has a poker face that never breaks

Nick raised an eyebrow in approval. I turned to Dane. “Dane, you don’t mind letting us borrow Daisy for a few days, do you?” “Not at all,” Dane agreed without hesitation, and immediately called Daisy. Once he finished the call, he looked at me. “Daisy will be here in half an hour. We should still have time to shoot today.” “Thanks.” I patted his shoulder and smiled. Exactly thirty minutes later, Daisy arrived. “Dane, is this for real? Brown Pack’s project really wants me as their spokesperson?” Daisy asked, clearly overwhelmed.

But I’m human, so he can’t read me as well. I give him a nod. “I’m not in love with Tony Spartan.” I feel physical pain when I say this, and I reach for Tony’s hand. He grips mine tight and Elder James nods, giving us a small smile. Tony and I return to our seats. He then turns to Daisy and the smirk on her face has me about to lose control and scratch out her eyes. Daisy’s POV “Miss Claw,” the head Elder turns to me. I stand up and take the stand.

The next day, Daisy came to visit Jolie. Noticing Jackie in the room, she frowned and asked, “Who are you?” Jackie replied with a friendly tone, “I’m Miss Quin’s caregiver. And you are?” Daisy’s expression shifted briefly before she responded, “You can leave now. There’s nothing for you to do here.” Jackie grew wary and glanced at Jolie for guidance. Jolie said calmly, “Jackie, I’d like some fruit.”

“This is stronger. Prince Liam, please hold her head still.” I move immediately, cradling Daisy's head with both hands while Dr. Audrey tips the vial to Daisy's lips. The liquid slides into Daisy's mouth. For a second, nothing happens. But suddenly, she gasps a harsh, rattling sound, her body trembling slightly against mine. “That's it,” Dr. Audrey says urgently. “Come on, girl. Fight it.” Daisy's eyes fly open, wild and unfocused. She tries to sit up but her body isn't cooperating at all. Her mouth moves, forming words I can't hear.

After helping her to lay back on the bed and was about to leave, a hand grabbed me from behind. “You're a nice lady.” She muttered, smiling at me with sincerity in her eyes, unlike the mischievous look she had on a few minutes ago. “I'm Daisy Winans.” “Daisy,” she repeated my name as if storing it in her memory. Suddenly, the smile on my face fell into a crashing smoke like a pack of cards when she uttered the most unexpected words with so much confidence and authority like she was a god. “You're a nice woman. You will marry my son.”

And it only started that night. Damn it! Jasson glanced at the woman. He knew the lady. Daisy Rosie is a famous actress and model with a porcelain complexion, which was his type of woman. But even his taste seems to have changed. “Come on, be alone with me,” Daisy whispered in his ear, her seductive eyes making eye contact with him. She traces Jasson’s perfect jaw with her forefinger down to his neck until it leads to his arm and finally anchors it to his bicep, pulling him up.