Daisy Jones And The Six Reviews Novels & Stories

He face-palmed, lifting his head to look at the kitchen door when it creaked. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Daisy came over after Draven left; Draven's mom sent her to bring cookies for me." I held in a laugh when his eyes widened before he masked his expression with a blank one. "Have you come to bore the luna with your boring sexual stories?" Daisy asked as she placed the tray of cookies on the table, pushing Jones feet over the edge. She wore a simple body-con dress that reached to the middle of her thighs. It had a v-neck that gave a glimpse of her boobs, and I didn't miss Jones eyes drifting to her chest as she bent to place the tray.

Even Chuck was speechless. The whole no-jail plan? His idea. Back when Sharon was just an intern, all sweet and soft-spoken. He figured a girl like that must've snapped under pressure. He liked her—enough to cover up what she'd done. But six years later? She'd only gotten worse. No guilt, no shame. Yasmine would've never pulled this crap. Chuck's jaw clenched. He kept seeing Yasmine—steady, decent, strong.

Alexander stretches the tablet to me, I retrieve it and peruse it's contents. A face stares back at me from the screen. The woman from last night. Daisy Jones, it says. I scan her information. Final year college student. Law degree, 23 years old. Humming as I absorb the information about her, from her blood group to her schooling history. Reaching the end of it, I pause as I take in a glaring detail. Relative: Mercy Jones , Callum Jones (deceased). "You should've killed her last night", Alexandros admonishes

Jayden said. I noticed the TV was on, and a familiar face filled the screen. “Look!” I cried out and turned up the volume. It was Jennifer. She was being interviewed by Jane Peone on Max News. The chyron across the bottom of the screen read: Daisy Smith Fires Loyal Maid. As terrible as that was, what Jennifer was saying about me now was even worse. “Daisy spends money constantly on clothes and other luxuries,” she said. “I saw the receipt for a watch the other day that cost her more than she paid me in two months.”

"Fiona, do you think Xavier Blake just doesn’t want to see me? Maybe he faked the death certificate. Forget it. I should just head back first. I don’t want to upset him if he sees me." "Don’t go!" Fiona’s expression darkened. "Xavier’s always been good at pulling tricks like this. I don’t believe he won’t come back! Let’s go!" She turned and walked off. Behind her, Officer Reece Davis shook his head at her retreating figure. "She looks perfectly normal. How does she not have a brain? Who fakes a death certificate?" I was forced to follow Fiona, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. "Fiona, since you hate me that much, shouldn’t you be setting off fireworks to celebrate now that I’m dead?"

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint

Ivy and Leo both clung to the fabric of my clothes at the ominous tone used by the speaker. Maybe because they thought the name brings trouble. And how right my kids were, I thought, feeling my facial muscles go stiff at the sight of her. “Josh, Darling!” Daisy has perfected the art of acting in front of a crowd. And she was making a show. She slowly walked toward Josh and me, taking her sweet time, savoring the attention she was getting from everyone at the executive floor. And like clockwork, the click of her heels stopped in front of Josh.

Christmas lights twinkled around the room. Outside, snow drifted gently through the street. It should have felt peaceful. Instead Daisy felt strange. Not scared. Not exactly. Just... Off. She shifted slightly. Trying to get comfortable. Immediately Roman noticed. Of course he did. "What?" "Nothing." "Daisy." She sighed. "I'm fine." Nobody believed her. Especially Harper. The twins had apparently given her some sixth sense. "You're doing that thing." Daisy frowned. "What thing?" "The thing where you say you're fine when you're not."

Daisy stared at her. For a moment she looked like she might say nothing. Then her lip trembled slightly. Very slightly. "I'm scared." Jessica felt her heart crack. Because suddenly Daisy didn't look twenty one anymore. Didn't look grown up. Didn't look like an adult. Suddenly she looked six. Standing in pyjamas with a stuffed rabbit tucked beneath her arm. Scared of thunderstorms. Scared of monsters. Scared of the dark. Only this wasn't thunder. Wasn't monsters.