Daisy Wright Novels & Stories

"Bad enough that I've reorganized my entire life around preparing for it.” "And you can't tell us what exactly," Wen said gently, not accusatorily, just clarifying. "Not the full picture. No, I'm sorry.” "But you believe it," Priya said, "completely.” "Completely" Daisy was quiet for a long moment, her eyes searching Sera's face the way she had that night in her room after the nightmare that still hadn't fully faded from either of their memories. "I believe you too," Daisy said quietly. "I don't fully understand why, but I do.”

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.

"Don't worry, Sir. We'll get her the medicine at once." As he spoke, he signaled to Daisy. Daisy did not dare waste a second, rushing to the back of the garden to collect herbs before boiling them in a pot. Then, she heated a towel and placed it on Wisteria's forehead. Darryl stood outside, watching silently, agreement sparkling in his gaze. Sir Moonshine appeared to be a skilled doctor. Both of his students were performing admirably thus far. Yet, Darryl could not help but frown upon seeing the herbs that Daisy had presented.

Norman I knew before she even opened her mouth. The scuffed heel. The loose strands escaping her ponytail. The flush across her cheekbones that had nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with exertion. The slight heave of her shoulders as she pulled in breath and tried to make it look casual. She ran. Daisy Wright, CEO of Wright Dynamics, ice queen of the California tech corridor had run through the streets to get here. In that blazer. In those heels. Under the July sun.

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

I was looking at her every move whenever we’re in the lab but she did not say anything other than listening to her music when shew as working. I think I will miss that after this. “You’re lying,” she said as she was looking at me. Her brown eyes were hard but I don’t think that my cock would twitch after I uncovered the truth about her, or rather her father did to mine. I was angry but I did not diss the fact that I was taken by her beauty at all. Daisy Dyer was one hot woman with her brown eyes like melted chocolate and her brown hair that she usually likes to braid. But today, she put it in a messy bun. I wanted it to tumble over my pillow and wanted to see her expression when she was clim

You know what to do." Daisy said, standing up and smiling at Mr. Woods before she exited the place. Aspen came out from the place she was hiding as she watched Daisy walk away. She stood before the door and peeped through the door to see Mr. Woods in deep thoughts. Wasn't Daisy just crying like her heart was shattered into a million pieces? Why does she look strange? She shook her head and walked to her room. She branched at the kitchen and took a glass of juice. She went through her contact and her I*******m recommended Floyd Wolfe. She hesitated before clicking on his profile.

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.

I won’t need it today, but its presence is a reminder that everything we fought for—the blood, the danger, the betrayals—has led to this moment. A soft knock on the door makes me look up. Before anyone speaks, Daisy bursts into the room, spinning slightly, her long chestnut hair bouncing around her shoulders. She is dressed in a deep sapphire gown, cinched at the waist, its skirt sweeping elegantly across the floor. Her hair is braided loosely on one side, small silver pins keeping the strands in place, and her eyes shine brighter than any jewel in the room.

He was already feeling uncomfortable and wished he was back home in New York. ♥♥♥♥♥♥ “Palmer, breakfast is ready!” Daisy said, calling her daughter for the fifth time. It was already seven-thirty, and Palmer was late for the school bus. “I’m coming, Mom!” she yelled from her bedroom upstairs. She tried to choose her outfit for the day, but she was still undecided. Palmer Wright was not your typical small-town girl. No cute summer dresses and cowboy boots for her. Her style included jeans and tank tops under a leather jacket, sometimes biker boots. Depending on her mood, she’d wear a baseball cap or a visor beret. Today she felt like wearing her hair down with a black headband.