Daisy Oak Novels & Stories

DAISIES Daisies are typically associated with youth, innocence, and purity. These flowers are often gifted to new mothers. Daisies can also be eaten, and are often made into daisy tea which can assist with respiratory issues. They can be made into oils or lotions and assist in healing irritated skin and wounds'' . Sherry said everything in one breath. Vera's smug smile froze when she heard this. She sat down on her seat back a little embarrassed and awkward. "Wow, this is nice," Glory said, a little impressed.

Daisy blushes, in the past few days she has become close to Lauren and has developed a slight crush, now seeing him supporting her like this made her feel very happy. Lauren "By the way Professor Oak I will be going out for 2-4 days but I am not sure if I will return under those days" Oak "Where are you going?" Lauren "To meet an acquaintance" Oak "Ok have a safe trip" Lauren "Daisy come I will drop you at the seaport" Lauren "Wait here I will bring my bike" Lauren walks away to bring his bike while Daisy and Professor Oak talks for a while, Lauren comes back with his bike and signals Daisy to sit behind him, she climbs onto the bike carefully as it's her first time riding one.

Daisy didn't sit on the bed for long, she lifted the blanket off, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. After eating, she didn't wait for Mrs. Cara to bring the porridge up, she went downstairs. Mrs. Cara saw her and said: "The porridge is still a bit boiling, wait a moment, do you want something to drink so I can make it for you?" "No need, I'll go out and sit for a while, when the porridge is done, please let me know." The smell of strawberry smoke in the kitchen made her feel a little nauseous, so she went out to breathe some fresh air.

When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.

Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for believing in us. Always yours, O.J💕 (NOTE...Azalea and Daisy are both named after beautiful flowers. Same as O.J😂❤️)

Daisy wakes up startled, she feels like she had slept for a very long time. It is still a cloudless blue sky in her eyes, but the surrounding air was extremely hot. Daisy's whole body aches. It is as if her limbs no longer belonged to her. Daisy struggles to sit up with her hands’ strength. Her hand sinks to the ground, it makes her stumble. This is not cement pavement, this is… sand. It's the sand! Daisy glances around. An immense stretch of sand, one after another, extending endlessly. Is this a desert?

Magnus leans forward, moves his hand behind her neck, and pulls her closer. "Why Penny? What could a 4yr old give you?" Asks Magnus. "Reason to live," says Daisy with tears in her eyes. "Tell me everything," says Magnus and wipes a tear off her cheek. Flashback. Daisy was an orphan who jumped from one foster home to another. When she turned 18, she started working for her living. She rented a small apartment for herself and worked as a fashion consultant at a large fashion house.

I trailed the little crisps of wood dust on the floor, the brown residue lead me to cracks on the wall where light crept through and shone on something tied to a wooden pillar, hands behind, and its head dangling before it. I blinked repeatedly until the hazy cloud lifted a bit more and I recognized the orange gown. “Hail… Daisy.” She didn’t flinch, just hung there, still. “Daisy. Daisy wake up. Daisy.” She didn’t respond, instead quiet echoes of my voice, replied me. My lips began to quiver. I blinked back the tears in my eyes, shaking my head. ‘No. No, daisy is fine. Why am I crying when she is fine?’

Daisy climbs down the stairs to the living room looking beautiful in the strapless pink dress Grandma Calliope got for her. Her smooth dark hair falls to her back, mid-length. Her flawless collarbone and arms made her look like a snow-white princess in a pink dress. Dave was waiting for her outside, as soon as she stepped out of the house, she turned and entered the car. Daisy helps herself down and joins him inside. The car kicks off. Their ride was silent as if they were mourning for their loss. Not long, the car pulls up in front of a large mansion.

“Ten coins.” My brows furrowed. Ten gold coins? Wasn't that a bit too much for a flower? Before I could protest the price, Darius took out a few gold coins and handed it over to the overjoyed kid. Then he took one of the flowers, the biggest and most beautiful, and handed it over to me. “This is for you, Daisy,” he smiled. I took the flower from him and placed it before my nose, smelling it. I shut my eyes as the sweet scent coursed through my nose, straight to my brain, sending giddy signals that caused me to smile.