Daisy Meadows Fairy Books Novels & Stories

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

She wanted it to be perfect. She was sitting on a soft chair in the room. She had a huge book of colors and pictures. A young maid named Mia was sitting next to her. Mia was very quiet and attentive. She had a small notepad and a pen, she was writing down everything in detail as Daisy explained how she wanted the baby’s room to look. “Okay, Mia, listen to this part,” Daisy said, pointing to a picture in the book. “I want the walls to be this color. Not pure white. That would be too cold. Do you understand? It should be very warm and feel like a hug.”

"Are you sure of this testimony, Lord Ducroft? Because I happen to chance on several of your books and there are extensive methods on how to capture a fairy, how to perform a ritual with parts of a fairy and why fairies are the best diet for dragons. There are other pieces of evidence I have. Do you still wish to deny it?" "Lady Madaline, those books were published thousands of years ago." "And thankfully, they are evidence today. I couldn't be happier to get my hands on these books. So, which will it be? A civil fight or a martial fight?" While they contested in front of his palace, the fairy zipped through the palace, slipping through formations meant to confuse intruders and finally findi

She was holding a small wooden basket filled with fake flower petals, throwing them happily all over the clean carpet. "Mommy!" Daisy cheered out loud, stopping right at the edge of the stage and looking up at me with big, round eyes. "You look just like a real princess in a storybook!" I carefully stepped down from the wooden platform and knelt on the soft carpet, taking my little girl's tiny hands into mine. "Do you really like the dress, my sweet girl?" "Yes!" Daisy squealed with joy, touching the smooth white silk with her small fingers. "Can I wear my shiny princess shoes when we go on the airplane tomorrow?"

Through Daisy's tear-stained eyes, David's image is fader and fader, then disappears. Daisy re-makes up for her eyes and the foundation. While applying her mascara, she suddenly laughs, thinking about the water-resistant mascara advertisement. Daisy never expected that today she has a chance to experience it. Crying with a face full of make-up. She is grateful to the great inventor who created these water-resistant cosmetics.

The world was a canvas of wonder, and the forest seemed to pulse with secrets. It was then that the Daryad fairy, a delicate ethereal being with wings adorned in glistening dewdrops, appeared before Ava. The fairy's presence was both enchanting and comforting, a guardian spirit in the moonlit haven. Daryad's voice, like the gentle rustle of leaves in a breeze, spoke of destiny woven into the fabric of nature.

Daisy said quietly, almost too quietly to be heard. Black and red swirled around the Sluagh fairy, tighter and tighter, pulsing and throbbing, smaller and smaller until at last there was nothing left except for the book floating mid-air The room returned to normal as it was before the fight. Daisy spoke some words and the book caught fire, burning up Immediately. Lora was shocked when she saw what happened. “I give to you what you gave to your sister.” Daisy spoke as she pointed at Lora, she knew the girl wasn't seeing her as Nora did.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

"I like them! I see in my fairy tales that princesses have their own castles!" Daisy, with her innocent understanding, nodded eagerly. Harrison looked at her with affection and satisfaction in his eyes. "I promise you, Daisy, your castle will be the most splendid and magnificent of all." "Can I invite other people to live in my castle?" Daisy, holding her teddy bear, blinked curiously. Harrison smirked, "Anything you wish." "That's great!" Daisy joyfully grabbed my finger and excitedly pulled Harrison's hand. "When the castle is finished, Harrison, you should come and live with Mommy and me, just like now!"

Book 3 - Davina - More Than A Fairy Two Weeks Before Meeting Jessi Davina's P.O.V. When I fly alone, I cry. When I walk alone, I cry. Why can't anyone see me? Why don't they understand? People see me as an airhead who likes to giggle and twirl. Don't they see there is so much more to me? I'm more than just a fairy. I want to love and laugh. I want a man to call my own.