Daisy Oak Novels & Stories

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?’

I've seen things like that in human movies, but it's not the same, so I have no idea what to call it. - I did it myself. I call her Daisy,” Ragnar tells me, and I may not know him, but I can hear the pride in his voice. “I've always loved tinkering with human cars and making new things. Daisy is my most trusted invention. "Why is she called Daisy?" How the flowers? I ask. “Daisies are technically weeds that look like flowers, and my Daisy is technically a bunch of broken parts that I put together to make something amazing,” he declares, patting the car-like shell. "Ready for a ride?"

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.

Until the next chapter. -Daisy

“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.

“My one might be a bit long for you but it should fit otherwise.” Halsey is about to politely refuse but Daisy adds, “It’ll make me feel better! Please, lemme make it up to you. Just come with me. It’s in my locker at the gym. It’ll make me feel better if I can help you!” Daisy is a popular cheerleader and is one of the people who seems to be genuinely kind. She has a pretty smile which is alluring to many people. Halsey has a few classes with her but they never interacted before but Daisy is known to help people a lot.

Daisy says behind me as one of the women who were in charge of the decorating hands us flowers. I snorted looking at the stream we had to walk down into. It was the aisle and I couldn't wait to dip my feet into the water. It looked refreshing. "There are definitely little gold fishes in there,I saw them earlier. But as for the water, I don't care if it's cold or warm I can't wait to dip my feet into it, it's fucking hot." I uttered to her as I look at my bouquet. The pink and white flower combination was beautiful. " I hope I don't stomp on them by accident, I don't want to be a murderer." Daisy says. I looked at her and noticed how worried she looked about stepping on a fish.

"Flora, he called.he couldn't get the words out his mouth , God Knows if a cat chopped his tongue. He looked up at my body, checking me out,his gaze falls on my exposed breast.i used my hands to cover them and walked to my wardrobe.

"Let's inform father first then we can all head to her grave." "As you wish my sister." Daisy quickly took her bath and changed into something nice. She informed the guards to tell Galore where she went in case they returned and met her absence. Coming out of the palace building, Daisy white wings sprouted out from her back and spread widely. Grabbing hold of Flower's right hand, she flew towards her father's kingdom, unlike Daisy, Flower wasn't born with wings. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

"As if. No one hypes mommy like you do. The only reason why you're not standing right now and shouting is because Daryl is asleep." Ian chuckled. "I love how you know me so well." Dahlia blushed. "And I love how I know you so well too, dad." "I love you too daddy." Darla, the three years old cutie chirped in excitedly, causing her sister and father to laugh. "I love you too Dahlia." "We love you more." Dahlia and her father said, Dahlia kissing her younger sister's forehead.