Daisy Jones & The Six Novels & Stories

Pretending I was in the sitting room with Jennifer and Victor, I began to read the words on my tablet’s screen. “Hello, most of you know me, but in case you don’t, my name is Daisy Wilson.” Okay, I can do this. And then a voice called out from the audience, “Come on, Daisy, sing us a song or something.” The troublemaker was told to be silent by Principle Jones, but it was too late. I started to shake again as I tried to continue reading my speech. “I…I’m on this …this stage to …today to tah …talk to you ah …about the …the urgent nah …nah …needs of ….”

Trevor: Sitrep? DIANA: Vice Admiral Rerillion Gapes is KIA. We have lost one of four transit capsules. You are now Captain of the DJS ITALICA. The ITALICA is a wanted vessel in this universe cluster. You have one unviewed Video. Trevor: *surprised* What Video? DIANA: File name; "In case I don't make it.tuv" Still confused and suffering with great grief Trevor wondered for a bit. He thinks he had just got delusional. He then decides to play the video.

I watch as D sits with his mouth against Daisy, clearly singing something and I can’t help but laugh. She’s looking at him confused as he sings ‘Lick lick lick’ in her ear, and I have to g****e the lyrics on my phone and laugh, ‘Pleasure P, Lick lick lick’. I hope she realises what he is doing. I fight back the laughter as I message Marc, and he reads his eyes widening. “D, save it for after please.” Marc looks at him and we all laugh. “What is so funny?” Daisy looks between us and I bite against my cheek to stop the laughter.

I leaned against the tile, legs spread, letting them work. Fifteen dropped to his knees, licked my clit while Sixteen pressed behind me, cock hard against my ass. I reached back, stroked him. “Fuck me,” I said. “Both of you. Right here.” They didn’t need telling twice. Fifteen stood, lifted one of my legs, slid into my pussy slow. Sixteen lubed up (someone had brought more), pressed into my ass. Another DP—this one standing, water pounding down, steam thick. The heat, the slickness, the way their cocks moved in tandem—it was overwhelming. I came again, hard, screaming into the spray. They finished on my tits—hot spurts mixing with water, running down my stomach.

"You shouldn't look at me with such desire... No one should see us in this position..." Before he could finish his warning, Daisy lunged. She bridged the remaining gap, locking her lips onto his in a hungry, desperate collision and hub She wound her arms tightly around his neck, pressing into him until he tumbled onto the mattress. "What are you doing?" Jayson groaned, the question barely escaping against the velvet warmth of her lips. Daisy didn’t offer a reply. She was silent, her focus entirely consumed by the urgent task of her hands, which began to feverishly fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

“Jane, is it okay if I don’t choose from your shop?” “Of course,” Jenny laughed. “Amber is still just testing things out there.” The girls started discussing Diane’s wedding, while the rest of us moved to Paul’s guest room. He shut the door, and silence fell. “We have to go through this four times?” Aaron asked in despair. “Diane is trying to spare me—she talks mostly with Mayoko, Jessica, and Susy,” Daryl said. “She’s leaving Jenny out?” I was surprised. “Depends,” Daryl laughed. “She doesn’t ask about the invitations or the plate designs, but she has talked to her about the seating arrangements.”

Rachel said softly. "Daisy. That name sounds familiar." Jessie thought for a moment, and the memory clicked. "She's a rising star. She's huge right now. If people find out she's not straight, and that she's dating me, her fans would tear her apart." Rachel clearly adored Daisy, and she didn't want to cause any trouble for her. Jessie recalled Daisy from a drama last year. It was related to combat and romance. It had a great plot and a gorgeous male lead. There were endless kiss scenes, and those were usually very pleasant to watch.

Daisy gasp, she jumped over to the closet with no hesitation. After Daisy jumped out as a superhero in a comic with red neon army pants, a silk scale bomber jacket, a massive worm out belt that went around her waist down to her leg and back up to her shoulder. An all black fitted V-neck, details of snakes scales, a black bronze sword was strapped around her back. Her long black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with her wand in between it. "Now that is battle armor, Venus you have to try this." She brought Venus over to the closet Jacinto drag her since she was still skeptical about it.

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.

“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.