Novelas y relatos de Darling Daisy

-- Daisy was in the corner of the Greyer Pack guest wing, shaking. She had attempted to escape immediately after the witches stated the ink wasn't Cassie's. Terror crept in quickly. If someone followed it back to her, to the stealing, to the sting operation. But she had been too careless. She had gone in such a hurry she'd left her earrings behind—silver roses with red stones encircling them. A special order. One pair only. A gift from her uncle. Everyone in the Greyer Pack had seen her wear them before. And now they were there.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

She stirred it slowly as she walked. Her eyes drifted across the grand ballroom chandeliers, gold décor, elegant gowns, before settling on Zade and his blind orphan wife, as Daisy liked to call her. Clover sat quietly beside him, small and silent while everyone else laughed, talked, and glittered with life. Daisy rolled her eyes. I have no idea what my best friend sees in that woman. She’s nothing. Just a statue in a room full of actual humans. As Daisy moved to cross the room, Dustin nearly collided with her, forcing her to jerk the glass back to keep from spilling the drugged drink.

Mother sharply said and as the Doctor left the room, they followed closely behind. . . . Daisy looked at me with so much disgust as she saw I was sitting around Sorin. It was like I was a piece of shit or some worthless material. She stopped in her tracks to access the whole area and situation before she proceeded to walk towards us completely. Daisy was a beautiful and elegant woman, She was far older than I was and was still so beautiful. She wore a red dress with flowers across the front upper part, a diamond necklace adorned her glowing silky white neck, her wrist had the latest diamond wrist watch and her ears had the most expensive earrings. She wore silver heels to compliment her dres

An adorable girl in a pink and white princess dress with a rosette on her chest, a pair of crystal high heels, and pure white stockings walked out from the stairs. Daisy looked like Snow White who had stepped out from the fairy tale today. Her skin was fair, and she looked pretty. Her watery big eyes blinked like the stars that blinked in the night sky. Her pink and soft lips were like being kissed by peach petals. She looked cute, energetic, playful, and youthful. She did not look like a girl who existed in real life, but she looked like a cute lady who came from the comic world. She was attractive. What the heck…

"Could you please help me with that before joining me in the dining room?" I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I carefully picked up the dessert tray and swiftly placed it back in the fridge, ensuring it would stay chilled. With a sense of urgency, I rejoined Avery, ready to face the rest of the evening's challenges. Once in the dining room, I found Daisy gracefully adorned in a stunning gown that accentuated her natural beauty. The gown she wore was a mesmerizing shade of sapphire blue, embellished with delicate silver embroidery that sparkled under the warm glow of the chandeliers. Her dress hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting her slender silhouette. Daisy's presence radiated el

The grasses were well-trimmed and the scent of fresh flowers that were present infiltrated the air. He could hear the waterfall that seemed to be nearby and the beautiful songs of the birds that flew from tree to tree. He glanced at Janice as she walked slowly towards a spot filled with daisy flowers with a smile on her face. “Do you like daisies?” “Of course. Who doesn't?” She grinned, plucking one and tucking it into her hair. “I can give you a dozen daisies each morning and before going to bed at night! I can…”

8:00 PM. The Alpha's Private Club. The VIP room was dimly lit, thick with the smell of cigars and strong liquor. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw Daisy sitting in the corner. She was wearing a low-cut silk camisole that clung tightly to her curves, and with a deliberate little shift of her shoulders, she squeezed her full breasts—laughing coquettishly as she chatted up the wealthy Alpha beside her, every move oozing unapologetic allure.

“But that's you.” “Is it?” She lifted a strong brow. Getting the message, she swallowed the knot in her throat, and reclined into her seat. At that exact moment, some of the maids walked into the garden, tray in hand. The air formerly riddled with the smell of secrets, lies and conspiracies, dissolved as the smell of mint and chamomile flavours replaced them. “Good morning, ma'am. Good morning, miss Serena,” the maids greeted, setting the tray on the table.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."