Daisy Jones And The Six Book Novels & Stories

“Crazy” “Shut it,” I rasp, stealing his line. The insult lands so clean he retreats to find a different audience for his pride. As his steps fade, Daisy sidles, coughs three times, sees, hides, and palms the groove. Her thumb finds brass. She tucks the key under the whale patch on the nail, then smooths her face to blank. Scripture the jackal will never read. “How many?” Rowan breathes. “Six. Two near, four in ear.” He nods. He can count boots through walls.

I headed to my security office to get more update on the fucker who thought it was wise to follow me and to draft a plan to kill them. I would not let anyone take what was mine for the second time. . . . _DAISY POV<3 I was lying on our bed after a shower, reading one of the books from my library. I opened a book that was themed ‘erotica’ and began reading. I read to the part where the man kissed the girl, swallowing her surprised gasp, which turned into a moan when he slid his hand between her legs and plunged two fingers in. She let out another moan, raising her hips when his thumb found her clit. He pressed—