Daisy Talk Novels & Stories

Every head slowly turned towards Daisy. Roman blinked. Noah frowned. Harper stared. Sarah and Emma looked completely confused. Finally Roman spoke. "Daisy..." She looked around the room. "What?" "You're literally a children's doctor." The room burst into laughter. Even Sarah and Emma. Daisy covered her face. "That's not what I meant." She laughed. "I know how to make children better." She pointed at herself. "I treat sick children." Then she pointed towards Sarah and Emma. "You two live with healthy children every single day."

Zayn gave them a brief glance, nodded once, and then turned toward the door. “Let’s go,” he said simply. Lucien followed, the bodyguards carrying the bags behind them... ~~~~~~~~~~ Daisy let go of the dildo and sighed in frustration. She was still unsatisfied. “This is not enough,” she muttered, tossing the toy carelessly onto the bed. “I need a real man’s touch,” she added, her fingers tracing absent circles over her bare skin. An idea suddenly popped into her head. She reached for her phone and dialed a number. It rang twice, and on the third ring, the call connected.

“How are you?” “I’m fine, Miss Daisy. How are you?” “I’m great,” Daisy replied, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” Sabrina hesitated only a second. “Sure.” “I’ll reward you handsomely.” That sealed it. Daisy handed her a small object, no more than three inches tall. It looked like an ordinary decorative statue, the kind her father would never notice. Inside it, hidden perfectly, was a recording device with a two week lifespan.

“It's nothing. I'm just... I'm just tired.” “Don't lie to me, amore.” he said. “It can't be nothing. You can talk to me. Whatever it is, you can talk to me. I'm here to listen.” Daisy was silent for a while, playing with her fingers, her eyes cast down. Then she spoke up softly, her voice filled with all the fear and all the insecurity that had been building inside her. “You keep making me feel so special. You keep treating me like I'm the only person in the world. And I just can't help but wonder... What if one day... you get tired of me? Or you get bored with me? What if you find someone else? Someone more interesting, someone who isn't so broken and so sad all the time. What happens to me

She asked as if she was here when I and Zayn discussed his visit. They spoke for a few minutes before Daisy handed the phone back to me. Their conversation flowed effortlessly. "Daisy sounded so sleepy when we were talking." "Yeah. She's sleepy. She'll sleep now once she has her lunch," I said. "Amazing. Can't wait to see you both. I'm really missing you. The crazy stroke you..." "Shhh. She's still around," I shunned Zayn, not wanting Daisy to hear the voguish topic he was trying to start.

I felt my own lungs finally remember how to work. Daisy straightened, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “I was kidding. I was *kidding*. I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to look like deer in headlights. Mission accomplished. You should have seen your faces...oh my God.” Sarah covered her face with both hands. “Daisy, I swear to everything holy...” “I’m not even *that* holy,” Daisy cut in, still grinning. “I mean, I go to church, sure, but I’ve got N*****x and a vibrator same as everybody else. I’m not *dead*.”

Daisy Talking to Tony felt like breathing after being underwater for too long. I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding everything in and how the weight of pretending I was fine had been crushing me. But sitting there on the cold kitchen floor with his voice so calm and steady beside me, I finally let it all out and he didn’t flinch. He didn’t try to fix it or make excuses for Perry or tell me I should just move on. He just listened like every word mattered.

It certainly didn't match Axel's taste. "Can we talk for a moment?" Axel spoke loudly, attempting to drown out the music playing from the speakers. "For what?" Daisy asked again, quite surprised and not fully understanding Axel's intentions. Therefore, she tried to predict a possible scenario: "What do you need help with? If it's the restroom, it's over there; just follow the directional signs." Axel kept his seriousness to answer: "I want to get to know you. We can have a conversation to understand each other better. Can we find a quieter place to talk?"

Alice asked deliberately as she answered the phone. “It’s me, Daisy.” Daisy’s voice was somewhat somber. She sounded not as lively as she had been at the dinner party the other day. Alice asked in a composed manner, “Oh, hello. What’s up?” “Are you available now? I had like to have a talk with you.” “Oh, Daisy, you may be mistaken. I am not the project in charge, so I can’t talk to you about our collaboration. You have called the wrong person.” “No, I don’t want to discuss about our partnership. I had like to talk about a personal matter.”

Axel declared, attempting to salvage his shattered image. "Haha!" Daisy let out a small, mocking laugh. "Whatever you say. I have work to do. If you want to ask something, the information desk is over there!" Daisy pointed toward the front lobby without looking back, then immediately spun back to her computer. Her fingers began to dance nimbly across the keyboard again. She looked so focused, as if Axel—who was still standing behind her with his arms folded—was nothing more than a passing breeze. Axel fell silent, observing how meticulously Daisy entered numbers into her spreadsheet.