Daisy Keech And Michael Yerger Novels & Stories

I’m sure he knew what I was up to. “No.” I looked back at Noah. “Were we talking about investing? Tell me more about it.” Noah nodded like a kid and continued explaining how stock markets work. But my eyes continued to steal glances at the entrance. Keigh’s eyes flicked toward me for half a second, and I couldn’t believe how ridiculously awkward he looked. Did he really think that blocking Julian Alejo using the stroller would stop me from noticing? Julian gave Keigh a questioning look, clearly annoyed at being shoved into the outside seats. Daisy, however, was happily playing with her rabbit plushie and giggling in her own little world. I almost wanted to call Keigh out for acting so… so… s

Daisy said coldly. … In no time, the tens of Genetic Fighters of the Yeager family rushed into the hall. The tens of Genetic Fighters were of Rank 2 Chosen Celestial Beings. "We're here, young lady!" The tens of Genetic Fighters of the Yeager family said to Daisy politely. Daisy's fair face looked delighted when she saw the men of the Yeager family finally showing up. She looked at Lucas knowing that he would be so terrified. She did not want to miss the chance to see such an interesting expression.

Alpha Xender, 200 years old, chimed in, “It's ironic, isn't it? The two of you, with a friendship that spans centuries, are not different from cat and rat now.” Flashback end. "The meeting," I declared, trailing off. "I was fortunate to be present in that meeting as your assistant," Joe said. "But if Miss Daisy truly is the killer, acting in self-defense, then not even the entire Whitewater pack is totally safe." "You are wrong," I replied, and he looked at me with an inquisitive gaze. "They are not safe at all," I emphasized. "Daisy is the Alpha's direct descendant." Joe's expression transformed into one of shock.

“There are six members currently. Mostly family friends and loyal patrons. You’ll meet them soon. They’ll be expecting to see Daisy strong and involved again. You can’t afford to appear detached.” I nodded again, feeling a tightening in my chest. This was too much. Too real. Jade started naming them. “There’s Mrs. Adele Harcourt—very sharp, always in a pantsuit. Don’t be surprised if she tries to intimidate you.” “Got it.” “Then there’s Victor Greene—he’s elderly, calm, very supportive of Daisy. He’s probably the easiest to manage.” I scribbled notes furiously. “Matthew Chan, international donor. Then Helena Kim, one of the toughest women I’ve ever met. She has a poker face that never breaks