Novel & Cerita Daisy Sparks

Until the final move is mine. Daisy's voice is a relentless stream, each word grating against my patience. She's animated, her hands flailing as she recounts every mundane detail of her day. The kind of girl who wants the whole world to know she’s in love. With me. I nod occasionally, feigning interest, but my mind drifts. She twirls a straw in her milkshake like she’s trying to hypnotize it. "And then Zeus, oh my God, you should’ve seen Iris’s face when the professor called her out for not turning in that assignment! She looked like she wanted to disappear."

She would no longer allow fear to control her. --- The next morning, Daisy received one final message from the mysterious sponsorship company. We regret your decision. She deleted it. Then she blocked the number. She opened her streaming application and stared at the screen. Her finger hovered over the button. Then she started a livestream. Within minutes, thousands of viewers joined. “Hello, everyone,” Daisy said with a smile. The familiar excitement returned. She talked about her channel, her plans and the future. She didn't mention Lucas. She didn't mention Milord.

“But I can relay your cooperation to the right people. People who can fulfill the deal.” “Fine. Just promise me I won’t die in here.” “No problem. I will do my best to prevent that.” His answer is not enough. But it is all I have. I sigh. “What do you want to know about Daisy?” “Start with her childhood.” The guard says and pulls out a small notebook and a pencil. “I want anything unusual. Anything that might explain her current abilities.” I lean back against the wall and close my eyes, thinking. “Well, Daisy’s mother died when she was like five or six, I can’t really remember,” I start. “Her mum’s name is Beatrice Caldwell. My mother killed her by poisoning her slowly for months. Everyone

He had a keen eye, and his decisions were always quick and precise. I was wearing a simple, black fishtail dress that night. I wasn't wearing any jewelry, but Oliver had immediately picked me out in the crowd. "Julia York?" he asked as he approached me, smiling while raising his glass at me. "I've admired you for a long time." "You know who I am, Mr. Rosenfield?" I asked politely in response. "Chuck Garrison's ex-wife, the original president of Starlight Group, and the heiress of the York family. It would be even more surprising if I didn't know who you were."

Xavier's POV The cottage was quiet this morning, the river’s steady hum filling the air as I sat by Daisy’s bed. She was awake, sitting up, her strength growing every day since she’d started walking and talking more. The scars on her face from the accident were still there, a constant reminder of what she’d been through, but I had a plan to help her move forward. The gala was three days away, something I’d heard on the radio, but it didn’t matter here. My focus was on Daisy, on giving her a fresh start, a new life with me.

I had force. I called a meeting with two men I knew well. They weren’t clean, but they were loyal. “I need a distraction,” I said. “Big. Loud. Something to pull attention.” “Explosion?” Cole asked. “No. Nothing that serious. Yet.” “Then what?” “Dig into her past. Find someone she forgot. Or left behind.” Jasper grinned. “She’ll crumble.” “She’ll burn,” I corrected. Daisy’s POV I got the call at midnight.

Anaya winked playfully which made Daisy laugh out loud. “You have no idea what a hassle it is to have an annoying boss, Miss CEO Robinson. Oh, sorry, Mrs now.” Daisy chipped and chuckled under her breath. “But honestly, it’s been five good years and I’m getting tired of the boring momentum at work now. I don’t feel the spark anymore. I need something thrilling but I’m yet to find out what that is.” Daisy huffed. “Take your time. I’m sure you’ll get something you’re passionate about soon.” Anaya leaned closer. “Speaking about hot guys, what about the cutie you met at my launch party? Have you guys met up after that night?”

Her emerald eyes were completely wide, fixed on the empty space where Victoria had just been kneeling, and her chest was heaving with an intense, burning fury. She stepped into the study, slamming the door shut behind her with a bang that made the papers on my desk rattle. "You are actually believing her," Daisy spat out, her voice dangerously low as she strode toward me, her small fists clenched at her sides. "I saw your face, Killian. You actually sat there and felt sorry for that snake." "I am running a war, Daisy," I countered, my own temper flaring up as I took a step toward her. "I don't care about her feelings. I care about how she can be used to break Cassian's defense. Stop letting

But Daisy was smart. When the kettle whistled, she poured the tea into two mugs and took a seat across from me at the table. “Zarek,” she said in a firm tone, “what are you really here for? Surely, you didn’t come just to get to know me.” “You’re right, Daisy.” She never told me her name, but she didn’t even flinch when I said it. “There’s actually someone I’m looking for. A young woman named Freesia. You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you?”

"If you get bit, you die. Simple as that." "You guys, nobody is going to get bit. The soldiers are here to protect us. Don't forget that," Daisy says, sitting across from her sister Rose. Daisy and Rose Adams are seventeen year old fraternal twins, but they definitely don't look like they'd even be related. Daisy has short, light blonde hair, and Rose has waist-length dark red hair that is usually kept in a single braid for convenience. Daisy is more pear-shaped while Rose is a bit thinner. They both have wide-set light blue eyes that have developed a hard edge in the past six months.