روايات وقصص ضمن Daisy Jones And The Six Audiobook

Daisy's POV** I stared at my phone, hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped it. "I know who you are, Daisy Macklin. And I'm coming for you." The voice had been distorted, mechanically . But the threat was real. Very real. I should call my father. Should call the police. Should do something other than stand frozen in my living room like an idiot. Instead, I called Killian. He answered on the first ring. "Miss me already?" "Someone just called me." My voice cracked. "They said they know who I am. That they're coming for me."

The air was still vibrating with the wild, desperate heat of what we had just done on the edge of the desk, but our proud walls were already slamming back up into place. Daisy pulled her dark sweater back over her head, smoothing down her messy hair with a sharp, angry tug. She cleared her throat, her voice completely level and cold as she broke the suffocating quiet. "We are done venting," she said, her emerald eyes flashing with a determination as she looked toward the door. "Let's go ruin him." "Good," I muttered, strapping my holster back onto my side and grabbing my jacket from the chair. "Keep your head in the game. I don't want any distractions when we get to the docks."

She died on the cold hospital benches in empty corridors. “Naomi?” Met with my long silence, Sasha came closer to the screen worriedly. “Don’t let it get to you. We shared this with you, not for you to give in. We always take the long way around him when we see him. We always give him an attitude.” As my parents tensed up on the video call, I smiled. “I’m fine, Mom. He can stand there all he wants. Just call the cops if he gets in the way again.”

She could see in the dark much better than before. "How do you feel now, Miss Johnson?" the second man asked. Daisy flexed her hands and felt the power flowing through her body. "I feel... strong." "Good," the first man said. "Now it's time to meet Marcus and plan Austin's punishment." But as they were getting ready to leave, Daisy heard something that made her stop. Through the thin walls of her apartment, she could hear her neighbor talking on the phone. "Yes, Colonel Morrison, I understand," her neighbor was saying. "Daisy Johnson is the target. We need to eliminate her before she becomes a threat."

Daisy left I looked around the house and I sighed Why does it suddenly feel like the fate of the world is resting on my shoulders I wish I could tell Daisy everything My phone rang and I picked it up "Who's this?" I enquired "5 minutes, you've got 5 minutes to get dressed and come out, do not keep me waiting else there will be consequences" he said "Jayden" I cursed under my breath..... ©️Authoress_Lilly_stories

"Okay, Miss. If you need me, just use the intercom. I’m on duty today." Jennifer didn’t look at her, only giving a soft "Mm." Daisy looked at her retreating figure, her gaze becoming strange. She smiled eerily as she left. If Jennifer had turned around at that moment, she would have seen how terrifying Daisy’s smile was. Jennifer thought for a moment and then dialed the long-forgotten number. "Is there something?" A hoarse voice answered, lazily, as if just waking up. "I want to contact G. Can you help?"

Daisy - Dave and I finish our call and I stuff my phone back into my pocket. I take another deep breath and stretch my arms above my head, enjoying the fresh, moist air filling my lungs. The urge to go for a run comes over me and I begin stretching my legs in anticipation. As I bend forward and wrap my hands around my ankle I hear a muffled giggle behind me. Peering through my legs I spy Jamie crouched behind a flower bed, hands pressed to his mouth as he attempts to sneak peeks at me. I'm assuming that my stretching is the cause of his amusement and never one to disappoint I finish up and stand to my full height waving my arms elaborately. More giggles follow my wild arm movements and I tur

Her thoughts spiraled, trying to piece together an escape route, but every avenue felt blocked, hopeless. "Mummy?" A small, trembling voice broke through the chaos, snapping her back to the present. Evelyn turned sharply, her eyes locking onto Daisy, her six-year-old daughter, standing barefoot at the end of the hallway. The girl clutched her worn-out teddy bear to her chest, her little face pale with fear, eyes wide and innocent. “Daisy…” Evelyn’s voice caught in her throat, but she forced a weak smile. “Go back to your room, baby. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Inside it, hidden perfectly, was a recording device with a two week lifespan. “My father’s office is always locked,” Daisy explained. “I wanted to surprise him. Could you place this on the mantel? Right next to the penguin statue.” Sabrina smiled. “Of course.” And just like that, Daisy had her ears inside the room. Now she lay back on her bed, headphones in, heart pounding as voices spilled through the tiny speaker. She listened as the DNA results were revealed. As the truth unraveled. Clover. Breanna Blackwood.

At that moment, Derry slowly explained, "I was waiting for the bus to come after the dock closed, but I didn't expect it to be so coincidental. Since we take the same bus. You can go with me after getting off." Daisy did not doubt him. "Oh, okay, but……" She paused slightly and glanced at Clare. "I'll send him home first, okay?" Derry pinched a page tightly, his face full of smiles. "Sure." "Here, take this." At this time, Clare handed over an earphone and said gently, "Listening to a song to distract, so you won't feel so bad anymore." Daisy took the earphone and hesitated for a few seconds before stuffing it into her ear. The slow soft music came quickly and she seemed to immerse herself in