Darling Daisy Novelas e Histórias

She was not more than 5'2 feet with long black hair that bounced behind her as she moved to work. The woman felt my eyes on her and she turned and blushed when she saw me staring at her. "Daddy,!" I snapped my head to see Daisy running into the room. "Aunty Allison and uncle Eros let me ride their wolves in the woods. They were beautiful. You should see me, dad. I was flying in the sky like an angel." Daisy excitedly jumped up and down, smiling brightly. Hugging my legs. This was the best smile I have seen on her face in months.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her scent—expensive, flowery, and entirely wrong—clogging his senses. "You look stressed, Adam," Daisy purred, her voice a forced, seductive husk. "I can help you ease your mind. Again." Adam didn't respond. He picked up his phone from the nightstand, ignoring the dozens of desperate, borderline-homicidal texts from Sheryl. Daisy didn't take the hint. She climbed onto his lap, the bedsheets falling away to expose her perfectly sculpted body. She was an Alpha's daughter, the second-born of the Mackin line, and she knew she was beautiful.

Before I could spiral any further, the door burst open, and Daisy stood there, holding a shopping bag and grinning from ear to ear. “You won’t believe what I got us!” **** “Eve.” I heard my name and looked up to see Daisy watching me with a puzzled expression. Her bright makeup highlighted her delicate features, making her look like something straight out of a fairytale. The soft white dress she wore hugged her figure perfectly, complementing her sun-kissed skin. "What’s wrong?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. How could someone look so innocent and sexy at the same time? "Nothing," I replied, but Daisy didn’t buy it.

I don't want to come off as desperate or thirsty. I scan my wardrobe for my definition of sexy. My eyes lands on an orange alter-neck silk body hugging knee length dress. I grab a simple necklace and a black retro hoop earring designed from sleek wood. I think I've packed enough because the bag is already protruding and I don't want to make use of my box. "I can't help but notice you've been smiling all through. Despite the workload on your desk. Did you win the lottery?" Daisy asks. "No, I didn't."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN TAYLOR’S POV SOME HOURS LATER The Lamborghini truck wheeled into the pack bridal store. Quite like all small packs, everyone got their things in one place and from one kindred. Daisy’s family, the Fangs, owned this store. So she was already outside waiting for us. She chose peach with silver sequins and flappers on her feet. Yeah, it wasn't the best match but she did that whenever she wanted to tell someone they weren't welcomed. Zephyr felt the full weight of it, especially with her creepy bright smile.

Killam felt the lust cool. "Turn around. Let me get a look at you." He stepped back to examine her merchandise. She cocked a hip, towering in those gladiator looking brown leather platform sandal heel things, then did a slow pivot with a generous sway of her hips. Jabby clapped his hands in glee. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect, Killam?" Daisy's back was to Jabby and her gaze jumped to Killam. She wasn't smiling or even pretending now. Her gaze was molten green and gold.

Daisy started taking off her clothes until she was left in nothing but skin. Damon shifted his eyes away in shame, he is in pain, he is embarrassed, he is sad. He diesht want anyone to see him this way. "I don't understand it all...but it's alright. I will take care of you" Daisy whispered in her neutral voice. "You're okay, Master" Daisy soothed him, lifting his face. Then she stared helping him to take off his clothes. She would love to kiss his wet eyelid, but she doesn't have the courage to do so.

Blood was trickling from scratches on her cheeks. Only her head and one hand were free, and that hand was clutching a bear toy—one she'd carefully picked out as a birthday gift for Jared. "Will Daddy still get my present?" she whispered, her voice quivering. Today was Jared's birthday. We were supposed to go pick him up from the fire station after buying his gift. But the moment we stepped out of the store, there was a deafening crash, followed by clouds of choking dust. Fragments of the ceiling rained down, one hitting my head hard.

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

Daisy laughs to herself, discriminating the direction for what, if she has a compass in her hand now, she also doesn’t know where to go in this strange land. Daisy puts her heels in her bag. She takes off her blazer and stuffs it in. Daisy is the type of person who likes to hold all things, she is often worried that she does not bring enough supplies for necessary cases, so she always chooses a large bag. The sun shines on Daisy's face burning. The white shirt is also clinging to the body because it is drenched with sweat. Daisy's feet start blistering because of the hot sand. Daisy wants to take a sip of cool water and soak in the tub to chase away the scorching sun. How luxurious is that s