Novel & Cerita Daisy The Healer Nude

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.

She had just come of age this year. In the video, Daisy was kneeling in the damp soil, wearing the high-custom silk robe I wore as the Head Luna Priestess. The hem was torn to shreds, snagged on the sharp thorns of the flowers. "Ethan... these magical thorns are hurting my knees... my healing ability isn't working..." Ethan’s voice was filled with a beast-like growl, his pupils glowing the distinct red of a rutting Alpha. He pressed down hard on her waist. "If it hurts, scream. I love hearing you act like a slut."

“I wish that wasn’t necessary.” Daisy’s smile widened. She stood up slowly, right in front of me, and began pulling off her clothes. She didn’t turn away or try to hide. Piece by piece, she dropped them into the basket — until she stood completely bare. Her skin glowed under the dim light, every curve soft and inviting. I couldn’t look away. My eyes followed every movement — the gentle sway of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the smooth line of her hips. My cock throbbed under the towel, aching for her. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurt.

Marcus later told me that was the moment I was burned into his memory, becoming his eternal moonlight. Years later, when Alice fell gravely ill and was admitted to the pack's healing center, Marcus and I crossed paths again. He had become a composed and brilliant head healer, his wolf's natural instincts making him extraordinarily gifted at sensing illness and injury. Meanwhile, I was frantically grasping at every possible lifeline to keep my sister breathing. Without my knowledge, Marcus had been covering all of Alice's medical expenses and personally overseeing her treatment, his healing energy flowing into her night after night to pull her back from death's threshold.

"Thank you for accepting our invitation to discuss these serious matters." "Commander," I replied, dismounting from my horse. "I hope we can resolve this situation without unnecessary bloodshed." "That depends entirely on your willingness to cooperate with our investigation." Sena dismounted as well, and I saw Callister's gaze immediately fix on her with obvious suspicion. "And you must be the healer we have heard so much about," he said, though his tone carried no warmth. "I am Sena," she replied with quiet dignity. "Kael's mate and a healer who has dedicated her life to helping those in need."

“Just call me Rhea, like always.” Daisy scrambled to her feet, her hands shaking slightly as she checked the visible injury on my arm. “Then why are you this wounded?” she demanded, her gaze snapping to Atlas, suspicion clouding her eyes. Despite her brave front, I could sense the underlying fear she still held for him. “Daisy,” I said softly, taking her hands in mine to steady her. “Atlas isn’t going to hurt me. I got injured, is all. He just wants to help treat my wound.”

I inform her and she smiles before pushing me unto the bed. ‘Max? Really?’ My subconscious asks me. Okay don’t judge me. I just didn’t feel like telling her my real name. Daisy starts undressing me and doesn’t stop until i’m fully naked. She then takes off the transparent clothing and kneels in front of me. “It’s so huge.” She gawkes before taking in my member,stroking it gently making me groan in pleasure. I grab her hair and start thrusting in and out if her mouth fast and hard imagining Mia and i moan in ecstasy.

the Sharma asked even though he has asked this question a hundred times before. “ I see a woman in my sleep. she keeps waking me up everytime I fall asleep, red hair like the roses , beautiful green eyes like the forest trees in spring. procelein skin so clean and pure . somehow she disturbs my sleep and I cannot help but hate her for it. ” “ so a woman is the cause of the great Emperor's sleeplessness. ? ” the Sharma laughed teasingly. “your cure is not in my shattering old house, it's in your palace . someone there can cure you. go home Emperor. ”

When I walk past the living area, I see Luna sitting at the table, drinking coffee while reading something on her phone. "Morning, mother," I greet her. "Good morning, son," she replies. "Is Alyssa awake yet?" "Yes," I answer. "Doing well too." Luna looks up from her screen, smiling brightly at me. "You should thank her, Adam. She saved your life. She's special. Alyssa is a healer. She has healing powers." I frown slightly, unsure if I believe her or not. "That sounds farfetched, but whatever." "It's real," she insists. "Alyssa healed your wounds almost immediately. If she hadn't been able to heal you then you would probably be dead right now."

***Daisy’s POV.*** I reached the hospital and parked my car. I get out and walk as slowly as a snail in my heels. I have to stop wearing them, otherwise I can fall down. No. I will start wearing walking shoes, which would be good for gripping souls. I reach the cabin and open it to see the doctor is with someone. I turn to leave when Theo says, “Daisy, you are finally here. Come in.” I look at Theo for a full minute and ask, “Why are you wearing this?”