Daisy Spell Novels & Stories

She asked, referring to Dana. Daisy nodded enthusiastically, her grin wide. "Yes, Mommy! I look just like Grandma. Grandma looks like Daddy!" Her innocent declaration elicited laughter from the room. However, the toddler's expression shifted to confusion as she sensed the laughter directed at her. Noticing this, Hayley chuckled warmly and cupped Daisy’s face, gently correcting her, "It’s actually your Daddy who resembles Grandma, baby, not the other way around, okay?" Though Daisy did not fully grasp the distinction, she nodded and her smile returned. "Yes, Mommy."

# #Damn, if my wifey is making such an official announcement, that means I’ve just lost the love of my life! #Who just stole my Little Daisy!# Nollace brought the dinner to the table, propped his arms against the table, leaned closer to her, and his gaze landed on the comments. He squinted and asked, “Wifey?” Daisie’s heart skipped a beat. She raised her head and quickly explained, “It’s a female. All of them call me their wifey.” Nollace saw her nervous appearance and approached her. “Then what should you call me?”

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

Then looking at Daisy he stated, “Tomorrow 10am. Don’t delay, little kitten. I will go to pick you up. Ok?” Daisy nodded her head positively and left with Helen. ------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.."

“Didn't I told you that you weren't the only one who had read that book. So every of your next spells, I know how to destroy them.” The Sluagh fairy stamped her foot impatiently. She flung something at Daisy - it looked like a small ball of mud and spat a word. The ball of mud erupted into a plethora of dark green vines and wrapped tightly around Daisy. Oh. A tangle-vine. Of course. Daisy's eyes widened, then narrowed. She muttered something beneath her breath, then the vines suddenly burst into flame. In moments, there was nothing left of them but ashes. “Be careful sister!” Dementia shouted towards her sister.

I mumbled, as I was still only half awake. Daisy turned and smiled widely at me. Her short boyish hairstyle accentuated her sharp cheekbones and brown intelligent eyes, which were currently sparkling with excitement. Daisy, being a damned brilliant engineer, was currently finishing up her degree in Robotic Science. She was extremely passionate about creating new and improved robots. She licked the ketchup off of her index finger, while walking over to hug me. Still somewhat asleep, I remained motionless and she continued to tighten her arms around me. “Oh babe, I came to help you! This is your first day as President Gray’s secretary. Aren’t you excited?!” She asked, practically bouncing up a

Be kind and stay happy. Happy reading, Signing off Daisy Chaseley <3

Vaughn is standing. He leans down, scooping her up into his arms. “There’s my girl. How was school?” “Fun. We learned catipols today.” “Catipols?” he asks, confused and it makes me chuckle. “Capitals. We learned about capital letters today.” He looks over Daisy’s shoulder, almost as if he’s just noticing me standing here. “Ah, capital letters.” “Daisy has a big D,” she says, pointing to herself, “’cause, ’cause it’s my name.”

DAISY “I am…” a profuse cough cut her off. “I am dying, Daisy. I need your help.” “What do you need?” I asked as I studied her. She looked really pitiful. “There’s a spell I need to cast, but I would need another witch,” she murmured. “What spell is that?” “I’ll show you…” she extended her hands for me to take. I was about to take it, but quickly withdrew my hand. “Why didn’t you contact my mom?” I asked her with narrowed eyes. Lila would’ve gone to my mom first if she needed help, not me.