Daisy Taylor Chastity Novels & Stories

"So people don't just vanish. Unless someone erased them. Or unless Samuel Chen never existed in the first place." Daisy collapses back on her seat. "You think it was a fake identity?" She asked. "I think someone got close to Daisy under a false name. Then it disappeared." Viktor said flatly "What would he need from me?" Daisy's voice was low, tears rolling down her cheek uncontrollably. "I'm just a writer." "You have access, Daisy," I said quietly. She looked at me. Confused. "You are no ordinary writer Daisy. You are General Macklin's daughter. One of the most powerful military commanders."

He was always keen on hurting her so that would make a little sense, she shook those comforting thoughts away, there was no way a grown man like Steve would pretend to be having sex just to get her mad, maybe he did not have any personal relationship with her but the fact still remained that he was screwing her. "Hey, don't worry yourself, you can ask Mom if you like" Alex said after seeing that she still looked unconvinced "No need, I just wanted to know" Daisy said with a smile. When they got home, Mrs Dante wasn't yet home, Daisy had lunch with Alex afterwards she went to prepare herself to see Lewis, She wore one of the outfits she had just bought, A black mini dress that left her boobs

Daisy was glad when she reached the office and no one seemed to give her a second glance. It assured her that they hadn't yet associated her with the CEO's ex-wife. But she knew the peace was temporary. Sooner or later, Elijah would make it public knowledge and he would make sure to make her suffer while doing it. As Daisy pushed the huge glass door open, a sudden gust of cold wind greeted her. Kingston Inc. was one of the leading companies internationally. If it was any other situation, she would have been ecstatic to land a job here. But now she was filled with nothing but dread. She knew Elijah's character well, he didn't have the ability to let go of the past nor did he try to.

At this point that weak orphan is looking ten times better than this bastard right now. "Aiden isn't my chosen mate," Daisy announces and smirks. "He's my true mate. People may call it my second chance mate." Wait what? I'm just as startled as everyone around me. "Y-you must be lying!" Tristan stammers pathetically. "You've always been a little liar! Who would believe that?"

“Daisy, what are you doing here?” Victor asked as he got to his feet. He came from behind his desk and kissed my cheek. “I came back to admire some of the artwork again,” I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm. “It’s exquisite. While I was here, I thought I’d stop in and say hello.” “I’m glad you did,” Victor said. “You haven’t met my new executive assistant.” He turned to the woman in the skin-tight dress. “Daisy, this is Chloe. Chloe, this is my fiancée, Daisy Wilson.”

" Timothy effectively declared that he would go solo. He smoothed out his collar, which she had tightly grasped. Then, he left, slamming the door behind him without so much as to take another look at her. Daisy fell onto the floor with a look of disbelief and streaks of tears on her face. After a while, she rose and wiped away her tears. Standing in front of the mirror, she forced an eerie smile. Daisy said, "Right! Those bitches mean nothing! I'll be the wife of the mayor soon. I'll need to be gracious. When the results are out, I'll get rid of each of them with my own hands! Just wait and see!" …

daisy Daisy kept her eyes focused on her fiddling fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. She was hardly even paying attention to what the judge was saying, despite it probably being very important. The heated stares could be felt from her stand and every camera only added thousands more. Being one of the daughters of the owner of Harrington and Co, it was no surprise the arrest caught attention from the media.

--- Later that afternoon, Chloe escaped to Aurora Models. Unfortunately, Daisy followed. The moment they entered Chloe's office, Daisy locked the door. Then spun around dramatically. "Well?" Chloe laughed. "You're impossible." "Tell me." "Daisy." "Tell me." The younger woman practically vibrated with anticipation. Unable to hold back any longer, Chloe opened her handbag. Then carefully placed the pregnancy test onto her desk. Silence followed. Daisy stared. Once. Twice. Three times. Then she screamed. Loudly. Very loudly.

she said, “and who knows maybe when he sees you tonight? He’ll regret every second he didn’t.” Cherry growled. “He better. Or I’m dragging him by the neck.” I laughed under my breath. “Thanks.” Just like that, the heaviness broke like foam over the sand — and we dove into chaos. Daisy moved like a quiet storm: graceful, focused, glowing with the kind of concentration that made it look like magic. She laid out jars of shimmer, pots of kohl, soft glitters, glowing oils — a witchy little altar of beauty. Chloe, on the other hand, flung open a sleek black chest like she was unveiling treasure.

I assured her. “Then where are you? I can hear worldly songs playing. Do you even know what time it is?” “I said I’m not in a club,” I repeated, raising my voice a little. “Where exactly are you, honey?” Her tone softened, as if genuinely wanting to know. I hesitated, scrambling for the right words, until my eyes landed on Clement. Just imagining the mischief he was capable of gave me the inspiration I needed. “I’m at an introduction party for one of my colleagues from work. I didn’t tell you because of the timing, but don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. Besides, with your 31-day fast and prayer, you wouldn’t want to be at a gathering like this right now.”