Daisy Zedd Mga Nobela at Kwento

***Daisy's POV.*** I get ready in a rose gold sequin bodycon gown which has a cold shoulder short sleeve and choker neck. I wear the crescent moon earrings which my parents gifted me today. As I fluff my hair, my mind goes back to this afternoon when that thought invaded my mind. I love kids and so does Theo. However, we just started our relationship and we both are so busy that I feel we won’t be able to make space for that baby. I would do anything to have Theo’s babies, but it is very early. Or maybe I am worrying about nothing.

She found the reason why Daisy came back to England was apparent, and she was sure that Zayden knew it as well. She thought to herself, but Zayden didn’t respond to Daisy at all. Or rather, Zayden had already rejected her in the bathroom after I ran away. So, I knew that Daisy wouldn’t treat me nicely. But that’s okay. I knew that when I first met her. Daisy’s certainly not an ordinary woman. The fact that she is the president of RS Group England at only twenty-five proves that she is not a tame woman. However, if she deliberately makes things difficult for me, I will fight with her to the end.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

I shut my eyes and scream out loud. _____________ Is Daisy dead? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

“And what's that?” “Daisy is a very unique young girl, Zane. Showing such promise by being so close to shifting at a young age is something people haven't seen in a long time. It scares them, because if she's allowed to live, there are going to be not one but two powerful Leventis' on their hands.”

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

The moment Ivy saw Hazel, her eyes lit up and she screamed excitedly, "You are the beautiful designer on the show Beauty on the Runway! I am such a big fan! I like your designs very much. They are all so beautiful. My birthday is coming up. Can you design an evening dress for me?" "Sure! It would be my honor," Hazel said with a smile. Daisy pouted and said, "Zac, you are already going to have one wife and one concubine. Where does that leave Leila? She came back from America before she could even finish her studies because of you." Daisy was a young photographer who had just returned from France after finishing her studies there. She had a good relationship with Leila, so she had to speak up

Some of them are used to it already. "You...next" Zero pointed. He was as eager as his master to touch Daisy. He hasn't seen such a curvy lady in ages. Daisy frowned. And just as Zero stretch fort his hand to palm her breast in his hand, Daisy swiftly brought a table knife which she had hiddden under her midriff yo cut off his fingers. Zero screamed in pains. Everyone was alarmed. Zane was shocked. But he saw it as a better opportunity. "Guards get her!" He commanded.

***LONDON'S POV*** I need to set my day straight. Zane says he has a meeting with his mafia brothers this morning and I know what that means for me. I have to find a way to snuggle money. I don't know how I will have fifteen thousand dollars, but I better be getting my wits to work. "You are going with me to the club," Zane says naturally, as he fastens his tie. I had taken a shower but had put on a dress. It was a yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps.

Hearing Daisy nagging her back, Zoey's annoyance instantly turned into sadness. "So you're going to let me go to the ballroom and meet everyone with this unzipped zipper?" Zoey asked with her teary eyes, making Daisy panic, considering how long she had to dress up and her wedding might have to be postponed if her bridesmaid, who suffered from acute mood swings, cried and messed up her makeup. "Well, all right. I was the wrong one. I'll do better. Let's turn around, let me zip up." Daisy talked sweetly, trying to persuade Zoey, who became more annoying than a toddler with a tantrum.