Daisy The Healer Nude Novels & Stories

She squeak. Within a flash, they were on the mat. Her bra and pant ripped of her body, she lay exposed to her hybrids, their eyes black as the night looking at her. She shivers in pleasure, goosebumps taking over body, her lips moist with her juices. She held their gaze watching them rip off the last piece of clothing standing in their glorious naked form. Daisy stood up with a smirk on her face, watching them watch her as she came forward, running her hands down their abs placing kisses on each one of them. They growled in pleasure.

Daisy entered in time with the music. She was wearing a black leather harness top that cupped her breasts from below, pushing them up into dramatic, oiled cleavage. A matching black lace thong was all that covered her below. She had on fishnet stockings and tall, sharp heels. A spiked leather choker circled her throat. Her hair was in a messy, deliberate bun, tendrils framing her made-up face. She looked like a sin made flesh.

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

The phone’s screen suddenly lit up, displaying a notification of an incoming message from an unknown number. Seara didn’t mean to peek, but the photo that appeared in the notification made her freeze. It was an old, worn-looking photo. In the photo, a young man who looked exactly like Austin stood in front of an old gate. Beside him, a woman held a tiny baby wrapped in silver velvet—the exact same fabric Seara had seen in her vision. Below the photo, a short message read: A gift for the Alpha. The truth about your Healer is here.

He was bare-chested, with only a towel slung low on his hips, clinging precariously. Daisy froze mid-text, thumb hovering over the send button, her eyes immediately drawn to him. His chest was broad, muscled, dusted lightly with dark, damp hair. Water dripped down his collarbone, trailing slowly over his sculpted torso, catching the dim lighting in all the worst and, undeniably, best ways. Her mouth went suddenly dry, a strange tightness in her throat. She had seen this man naked before. Had sex with him, even. But somehow, this hits differently. She had never really taken her time to admire his amazing body before.

Seeing yellowish stains on it made my heart pump harder. “A-alice. I-I didn’t…” I need to see how bad the acid potion I made got her. There may still be a chance to heal her. “Don’t touch me!” Her loud wailing went on. “Just let me see it. I may have still had the chance to heal you…” I was miserably consumed by guilt as I carefully placed her trembling hands down. Half of her face was burnt, deforming her features. “Now, may not be the best time, A—”

The room was in disarray, furniture destroyed, and the atmosphere thick with the smell of sweat and sickness. Ella rushed in, immediately sensing the gravity of the situation. her heart pounding as she took in the sight of Alpha Moore in his weakened state. Her heart ached at the sight of Moore in such pain, but she moved swiftly. Without hesitation, she placed her hands on him, channeling her healing powers into his body. Slowly, she began to calm his chaotic energy, drawing the darkness from his mind. "Moore, I’m here now," she whispered gently, holding his face in her hands as she looked into his feverish eyes. "How are you feeling?”

That the world was crammed with so much more than she or any normal person understood. Rising from the bed, Dhara quietly moved away and found herself standing in front of the dressing table. She saw herself wearing an extra-large t-shirt as a nightdress and noticed her dark hair piled up on top of her head, making her look even messier than she felt inside. But that was not what she was trying to look at. What she was trying to see was what made her special. Zaydan said that she was the healer the packs around the world had been looking for. And if what he said was true—she couldn’t help but believe him now despite their differences—then was it possible that she was actually who he said she

Daisy I stand frozen in place while Leah walks over to the bed. There lies my pup whose torso is wrapped in gauze. His face is pale but covered in old bruises and his hair dark and greasy from not being cared for. It takes everything in me not to bolt to his side and hold Skylar close.

The blond hair and pale blue eyes helped in his favor. He offered me a hand. “Why don’t we continue this conversation in a dance?” A look from Emerson had me nodding my head as I bowed down and placed my hand in his palm. Once we were on the floor, his hand fell on my waist as he moved me gracefully around the floor. “I heard you are a fan of reading. Is there a particular one you like?”