Novelas y relatos de Darling Daisy

"If you get bit, you die. Simple as that." "You guys, nobody is going to get bit. The soldiers are here to protect us. Don't forget that," Daisy says, sitting across from her sister Rose. Daisy and Rose Adams are seventeen year old fraternal twins, but they definitely don't look like they'd even be related. Daisy has short, light blonde hair, and Rose has waist-length dark red hair that is usually kept in a single braid for convenience. Daisy is more pear-shaped while Rose is a bit thinner. They both have wide-set light blue eyes that have developed a hard edge in the past six months.

‘It’s a waste of my time and money’ indigo states, Natasha wanted to retort but she kept quiet when she heard footsteps outside the cave. Alfred appears with ivory on his back, Natasha stands up. ‘You’re back and why is ivory on your back’ she asks in confusion. Chevy noticing something was wrong quickly carries ivory in princess style and checks her properly. ‘Quick lay her down’ Alfred says as he drags indigo on his feet. ‘What happened to her’ Nara asks noticing ivory could only move her eyes. ‘She got scratched on her arm by the claw of the Dagi rabbit’ Alfred explains while indigo checks ivory’s vitals.

Gross. Then the door burst open with the full force of a Broadway opening number. "WE’RE HEEEEEERE, BITCHES!" Daisy flounced in with a glittering pink robe flying behind her, boa in place, sunglasses on indoors like she was dodging paparazzi. Chloe stumbled in right after, juggling a box of pastries and a bottle of sparkling juice with glitter already smeared on her cheeks like war paint. "Your fairy godwhores have arrived!" Daisy declared.

Amelia looked directly at Daisy with a friendly smile. The first thing Amelia noticed about Daisy was that she didn't have a particularly striking or eye-catching appearance. Daisy's face bore a large scar, and her hair was disheveled, almost resembling a fashion disaster. However, Daisy's smile conveyed a friendly, comfortable feeling, and her demeanor was polite and refined.

I even tasted a faint saltiness. "Her name is Daisy, right? I'll send someone to take care of her." He held my chin, and at that moment when our eyes met, I smelled the scent of daisies emanating from him. It was the unique scent of a mate. Harrison's body still pressed against mine. He picked up his phone and dialed a number swiftly. "Alpha, what can I do for you?" came a professional voice over the phone. "Find the best nanny in the city. Tonight, go to the Westminster District and take care of a little girl named Daisy."

“Ten coins.” My brows furrowed. Ten gold coins? Wasn't that a bit too much for a flower? Before I could protest the price, Darius took out a few gold coins and handed it over to the overjoyed kid. Then he took one of the flowers, the biggest and most beautiful, and handed it over to me. “This is for you, Daisy,” he smiled. I took the flower from him and placed it before my nose, smelling it. I shut my eyes as the sweet scent coursed through my nose, straight to my brain, sending giddy signals that caused me to smile.

Her free spirit works for me. We’re going out to dinner and Shelby is bitching because she can’t find her purple scarf to accent her yellow skirt. “I know, boy,” I tell Daisy with a nice pat on his head. “Your mom is bonkers, but we love her anyway.” Daisy whines, which is his way of agreeing. “Found it,” she yells from the back of the house. She comes out with the scarf around her head. The long tails of material hang to her waist. Her curly hair is barely controlled. She’s beautiful. I peer downward and see ballerina slippers covering her feet.

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.

And that pleased him. “Lift your heads,” Ashera ordered. It was only after she did so that the three beautiful ladies straightened themselves. “Such beautiful women!” Hildegarde sighed. Daisy, Rose and Sunflower were each so beautiful that their looks were almost illusionary. Daisy had a calm smile on her face and a cool demeanor that was capable of washing away even the most stressful of emotions. Her dark hair was long and wavy, stopping at her buttocks. Her curves weren’t exaggerated but delicate and delightful. She wore a black gown that covered her entire figure and a small black diamond necklace.

Daisy was carefully walking around the field, inspecting flowers and small rocks. She snuck up behind Alexis and sat next to her, holding a small wild violet. She took a small deep breath and leaned over, tucking the flower behind Alexis’ ear. “I also found this necklace..” she showed Alexis a small gold heart on a thin gold chain. “If you want, I can put it on you..” Alexis smiled and nodded. Daisy stood up on her knees and shuffled behind her, securing the delicate chain around her lover's neck. “It’s beautiful... Thank you.” Alexis blushed, inspecting the golden heart she now wore.