Daisy Keech And Michael Yerger Novels & Stories

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

When Yvan had walked far away, Daisy said exasperatedly, "Michael, open the door." But Michael wouldn't budge. He started the car. "Sorry, Ms. Bailey. I have to follow Mr. Jenkins' instructions and take you home safely." Daisy gritted her teeth. She knew that she couldn't say anything out of line to Michael since he was a trusted aide of Yvan. Or Yvan would find out. She had to hold it in. When Yvan was back in the hospital, there were no signs of Yuna and Sherry. Instead, he saw Harry feeding his sister breakfast in the ward.

Madison whispered the last part of her statement. Daisy giggled sweetly. "The last one." She whispered back, feeling petty and loving it. "I got you." Madison replied and hung up. Daisy pulled out her phone and scrolled through the contact list until she found the number to Brett's office. She dialed it and was relieved when Lyon answered. "Hey, Lyon. It’s Daisy Ledwig." "Hi, Daisy. Would you like to speak to Mr. Lexington. He’s currently heading a meeting, but I can buzz him."

Seven years later, spring arrived early in Geneva. Fresh green buds had already begun appearing on the trees surrounding the lake. Daisy walked out of the hospital. She removed her white coat and draped it over her arm. She had worked at this rehab center for more than two years now, rising from an intern to a fully licensed physician. Caleb's car was parked outside. He leaned against the door while waiting for her. "How come you had time to pick me up today?" Daisy walked over to him.

Kit is really good at stalking targets and gathering information, so only a few hours after I gave him the order he already has enough information to give me. "His name is Paul Kelley, he's a Wolf History professor at the university. He’s forty one years old. And I have his address... Daisy went to see him right after leaving here," he adds. I nod and lean back, trying to keep my cool, "So, yeah, I already have his address and his place of work, Sir. This looks like an easy target. What do you want me to do with him?"

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I lay down on the floor, weeping at my helplessness. ____________ What do you guys think? Did Daisy really disrespected Salvatore? Vote and Comment my loves... ♥️♥️

I said to Maya before she scowled. “Okay, Daisy has been transferred to the Midwest Research Station for her thesis. It was on the faculty news. Lucia said that she has been extraordinary with the theory that everyone was trying to prove. So she decided to take her there under Chris Yang’s guidance. I thought you might want to know,” Maya said as I was running through the door. I did not know at all and I was planning to propose to that damn woman. Why Daisy Dyer was so hard to please? I was running up the stairs as I was going to the only person that I know has everything to do with this matter.

Daisy walked like a lifeless body, not knowing that there was a figure staring at her, that figure seemed to intend to come closer but did not step out, just quietly hiding to the side. She walked out of the hospital, and the assistant was already standing there waiting for her, but when she was about to get in the car, she received a call from an unknown number. “Hello.” “Daisy, do you remember me?” A sexy female voice came from the other end of the line. Daisy frowned slightly and said a name: “Yaretzi.” “Yes, it’s me.” The person on the other end laughed coldly. “What do you want to call me for?” Daisy asked, since she married into the Drkov family, the Narine family had never mentioned h

A voice in my head was saying, “Daisy, be the bigger person and just let it slide” While the second voice said, “Don't let it slide. Serve her a dose of her own medicine. Ask for the microphone and say ‘Just like my sister rightly said, it is every father's dream to raise successful children. I am Daisy Macklin, an award-winning writer with more than 14 published books. With 65 of my books ranked as best sellers, one-time nominee for the Costa Book Award. And this year, one of the books got me nominated for ( The Pulitzer Prize award), and just to name a few.”