Novel & Cerita Daisy Jones And The Six Novel

This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker so it's purely fantasy. Think of it like a mystery admirer. I repeat it's all a fantasy... Hope you like the naughty bits... Daisy's P.O.V. You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal, anyway I've fallen in love or more like in lust with someone I know not . Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers. I wonder how he knew and I seem to not care much either because all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hunting my dreams faceless.

Diva nodded once and vanished back into the club. Beside me, I heard Adrian let out a shaking breath. Ella had gone very still. Killian leaned in, his chest brushing my shoulder. "This cousin of yours is a gangster," he whispered. "Nothing is hotter than a woman who can order a hit and a round of drinks in the same breath. You should take notes, Daisy." Never. It could never be me. "I think I'll stick to writing books," I muttered. Queen turned back to us, the "Boss Lady" mask softening. "Daisy, Ella, you look like you're at a funeral." She snapped her fingers at a man standing near the curtain. "Get me, Dante. Jaz."

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.

I wait two days. My ass is still faintly marked from the first night. My cunt feels used every time I sit down. I tell myself I’m not going to give him another reason, but the rules sit on me like a hand around my throat. Friday night I do it anyway. I text Jake a single line—**come get me**—and slip out the back door while Nathan is in the shower. I don’t even make it to the end of the street. Headlights swing across me. Nathan’s truck. He doesn’t say a word when I climb in. He just drives us home, parks, and points at the front door. My stomach is already dropping.

-- Daisy was in the corner of the Greyer Pack guest wing, shaking. She had attempted to escape immediately after the witches stated the ink wasn't Cassie's. Terror crept in quickly. If someone followed it back to her, to the stealing, to the sting operation. But she had been too careless. She had gone in such a hurry she'd left her earrings behind—silver roses with red stones encircling them. A special order. One pair only. A gift from her uncle. Everyone in the Greyer Pack had seen her wear them before. And now they were there.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

POV: Jace Daisy reached for the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up. I helped her get it off. Her hands moved over my chest, then down my stomach, slow and deliberate. I unfastened her jeans while she worked on mine. We undressed each other without hurry, clothes dropping to the floor in a quiet pile. When she was down to her underwear, I stepped back just far enough to look at her. The freckles across her nose, the soft rise of her breasts, the way her chestnut hair fell over one shoulder. She watched me watching her and didn’t look away.

Daisy trailed her, eyes fixed on mine as if daring me to move. I took a breath. If I didn’t calm down, I swear I might actually have to G****e how to dispose of two body bags tonight. Because really, one mess was more than enough. I folded my arms and faced them. “What do you want?” “Nothing much.” Josephine’s voice was syrupy as she and Daisy scanned my place with disgust, like they’d entered a cave. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Lord, help me not do something I’ll regret.

***Daisy’s POV.*** I reached the hospital and parked my car. I get out and walk as slowly as a snail in my heels. I have to stop wearing them, otherwise I can fall down. No. I will start wearing walking shoes, which would be good for gripping souls. I reach the cabin and open it to see the doctor is with someone. I turn to leave when Theo says, “Daisy, you are finally here. Come in.” I look at Theo for a full minute and ask, “Why are you wearing this?”

I mumbled, as I was still only half awake. Daisy turned and smiled widely at me. Her short boyish hairstyle accentuated her sharp cheekbones and brown intelligent eyes, which were currently sparkling with excitement. Daisy, being a damned brilliant engineer, was currently finishing up her degree in Robotic Science. She was extremely passionate about creating new and improved robots. She licked the ketchup off of her index finger, while walking over to hug me. Still somewhat asleep, I remained motionless and she continued to tighten her arms around me. “Oh babe, I came to help you! This is your first day as President Gray’s secretary. Aren’t you excited?!” She asked, practically bouncing up a