Daisy Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

I watch as D sits with his mouth against Daisy, clearly singing something and I can’t help but laugh. She’s looking at him confused as he sings ‘Lick lick lick’ in her ear, and I have to g****e the lyrics on my phone and laugh, ‘Pleasure P, Lick lick lick’. I hope she realises what he is doing. I fight back the laughter as I message Marc, and he reads his eyes widening. “D, save it for after please.” Marc looks at him and we all laugh. “What is so funny?” Daisy looks between us and I bite against my cheek to stop the laughter.

“Ok. Here’s the deal, Mama. You have thirty minutes to put all of my DVDs in their respective cases and place them back on the shelf in alphabetical order, or you can march your happy little ass back across the street without this dick.” “But that’s not fair!” she shrieked. “I can’t possibly get this done in thirty minutes! It took an entire hour just to fuck it up!” “Your thirty minutes start now,” I grinned as she gaped back at me in horror. “You only have 29 minutes and 54 seconds left. I suggest you get a move on.”

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

Daisy now tugs on my shirt and wants up, "I see you have changed your mind." "Nope, I'm a princess." She is so strong-willed. "That you are." I kiss Daisy on her head as well. "Daddy, new mommy likes flowers. Can we grow flowers for her?" Daisy looks at me with a bit of worry in her eyes. It doesn't hurt to grow some flowers, "Sure, we can grow some flowers, but it will have to wait till after daddy's business trip, OK." "OK, daddy." They both say in unison.

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?"

Right, I forgot to buy slippers. "Good morning," I greeted her with a smile. I first took Mom's slippers for her to use in the meanwhile. She has the same size as Mom. I approached her and l put it near her feet. Then I stood up and looked at her. "It's my Mom's slippers. Wear it." Ella Victoria Everette's Point of View

~DAISY~ I popped my eyes and stare at the girl. "Who is in?" She asked as she roamed her eyes around the room. Everyone raised their hand except for me. Now all their attention was on me, Kelly nudged me and whispered. "Raise your hand daisy, it will be fun." I shook my head in disagreement. "I don't want to play the game." I pouted The girl walked up to me. "Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed.

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t answer. Back home, Daisy runs to me with her toy in hand. She tells me she wants a new daddy, one who tells stories and helps her with puzzles. Her innocence cuts deep. I pull her close, whispering that she doesn’t need a new daddy, just love. She looks at me and says love makes her safe. I feel the sting of tears but blink them away.

No problem I will. The children played outside, their laughter echoing. Daisy stood and watched Dickson leave. It is time for her to protect her kids, and this time around it's for the best.

“You’re just slow.” Hyden didn’t argue. He just reached the top and folded his arms, like conquering was enough. Daisy had plopped stubbornly at the bottom of the slide with her dolls and a tin teacup, refusing to budge until she was ready. When other kids tried to cut in, she lifted one regal finger without looking up and said, “Wait your turn.” Somehow, they did. Lily chased butterflies with solemn concentration, her laugh ringing like bells when she managed to cup one in her hands and then open them to let it go.