Daisy Jones And The Six Book Cover นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Daisy murmurs against the girls skin. Her hands touch bare skin and she withdraws her hand, a part of her cloth opens up and there is a faint red. Daisy opens the thick top and inaudibly gasps, falling backwards. Her skin is a mixture of red, black and purple. And right there, a bite mark has turned completely black on her skin. Daisy’s horror begins all over again.

The side that will kill and burn anything that comes between us. Zuri POV: I am so nervous to see Matt, I don't know why. He gave me his black card to buy whatever I wanted and I did exactly that. I did my nails and my hair, and I bought a couple of necessary items for tonight. I start unpacking and making sure everything is ready Matt POV: * Knock knock "Coming" she yells through the door and I smile. She swings the door open, she's dressed in a red robe and I have to say she looks so fucking sexy in it too.

Killam felt the lust cool. "Turn around. Let me get a look at you." He stepped back to examine her merchandise. She cocked a hip, towering in those gladiator looking brown leather platform sandal heel things, then did a slow pivot with a generous sway of her hips. Jabby clapped his hands in glee. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect, Killam?" Daisy's back was to Jabby and her gaze jumped to Killam. She wasn't smiling or even pretending now. Her gaze was molten green and gold.

daisy Her dark brown hair fell down her back in shiny waves, covering the back of the bright orange jumpsuit Daisy was forced into. The metal cuffs were cold around her wrists and the chilly air made her shiver. Her uniform was several sizes too big for her so she turned the long sleeves into mittens, covering as much of her skin as she could past the cuffs. The pant legs were folded loosely but luckily her white trainers fit perfectly on her size 3 feet.

A chill fell over both of them at that final word. “No... Do you?” Alexus stepped around a big tree, picking up her pace to catch up with Daisy and looking closely for anything that might help them. “Nope.” Daisy kept walking, looking around at everything. What would they do if they did manage to find her? It’s not like it’s worth putting up a fight. They thought of options as they walked, hoping they’d get the chance to at least try. After the bath, June felt better than she has all year. Sophia helped her get dressed into a soft silky light pink dress that fit her perfectly and reached the floor. They slipped on a nice white pair of small heels and braided her hair to perfection.

Christine was nowhere around them. There was something off about the picture but I couldn't place my finger on it. Daisy looked younger and when I checked the date, it was six years ago. Xavier held Daisy with this confident, possessive look. Like she belonged to him… “How time flies.” A voice came from beside me and I turned to meet Xavier's gaze on the album too. A little slip of tongue or mistake and he'll notice that something is off. “Yeah, does it not?” I closed the album and handed it to the nearest servant to take to my room.

I won’t need it today, but its presence is a reminder that everything we fought for—the blood, the danger, the betrayals—has led to this moment. A soft knock on the door makes me look up. Before anyone speaks, Daisy bursts into the room, spinning slightly, her long chestnut hair bouncing around her shoulders. She is dressed in a deep sapphire gown, cinched at the waist, its skirt sweeping elegantly across the floor. Her hair is braided loosely on one side, small silver pins keeping the strands in place, and her eyes shine brighter than any jewel in the room.

Her father was in that car all along and watched his daughter display such act? Wow! We shook our heads and entered the cafeteria. It was quiet again until the flower girls showed up in their colorful outfits and makeup. Daisy wore a mix of yellow, white and pink clothes. Rose wore red dress with red berets and heels. Iris wore purple tracksuits. So these fellows didn’t wear the uniform because of Daisy’s father achievement. Clowns. “Hey sweetheart,” Daisy called, walking to my table with her minions. Zara gulped fearfully and adjusted her glasses.

Sarah Matthews paused outside the store, gazed at the display in the window. Wow. If these dresses were any indication of what Elise Jordan was capable of producing, then Sarah was going to get the wedding dress of her dreams – and Jax was going to see a serious dip in his bank balance. Sarah could have sworn that one dress had actual, real diamonds sewn into it. They flashed with an icy fire in the bright winter sunlight, dazzling and delighting her. “You ready, hon?”

It was large, nine by twelve inches, and there was a post office box for a return address. “Open it!” Alex cried. “It must be about Daisy.” I nodded, tore open one end, and pulled out several papers. One was a photo that had been printed on thin paper. It was Daisy! She was lying on a cot with her eyes closed. She didn't look dead, but she was deeply asleep, maybe drugged. I wanted to crumple the photo in my fist and kiss it at the same time. Alex moved my arm a little so he could see what I was studying.