Dizzy Tremaine Novels & Stories

“Of course I know her. That’s Jessica Tremont. Dreston’s cousin. She’s a pro player and one of Cassienne’s closest people.” Jessica Tremont. The name meant nothing to his memory, yet his chest tightened strangely. Across the room, Jessica was still staring at him, and Daisy noticed that too. Slowly, her expression changed. “Oh.” Kael looked at her. “What does that mean?” “It means…” Daisy smiled faintly. “Nothing.” “I know that face.” “What face?” “The face you make when you’re about to become annoying.” Daisy’s smile widened. “I’m always annoying.”

Estelle’s POV “Her hands were completely still.” Daisy tilted her head. “Earlier this week,” I said, leaning forward, “Harrison told me she had a bad episode. Real panic, real shaking. She knocked a watering can off a bathroom shelf because her hands were trembling so badly she couldn’t control them. He saw it himself. That was genuine—the kind of tremor you can’t manufacture.” “And yesterday?”

He shook his head as he held the hand she had on his abdomen. "I feel better already with you here," he whispered sweetly. She felt emotions she could not tell what, it was confusing and scary for her. She has no idea how to process this emotion. Dianne gulped before nodding her head. She breathed heavily as her eyes stayed staring at his while her heart pounded faster than a cheetah. His smile is beautiful, almost any girl can fall for it. She hates it but can't help but admire it. HARRISON was checking every piece of evidence and suspects he has about the elites and their deeds and to also provide a solution to the videos that spread on the media. Dianne needs to be proven innocent somehow

***Daisy's POV.*** After that incident, I took two days off from work. Then I joined the work and applied for resignation. At first, Amelia was shocked and refused to give me a good reference, but I had already decided. She finally accepted it and I contacted my Dad about my moving back home news. "You are coming back." Dad says, and I can sense his smile while he talks. "Yes. I am tired of only seeing you guys once a year. And also I miss you. I can do whatever I want to achieve there only." I say.

Redhead introduced, nodding towards the brunette. "And I know you are the infamous Trevor Saint Williamson," Tricia added with a giggle. Trevor grinned as she emphasised his name. He wasn't surprised she had recognised him right away. Most people knew who he was due to him being constantly in the media, whilst only a few knew he was the owner of the clubhouse. "It's a pleasure to be finally this close to you." Tricia grinned, then nudged Lauren, who was staring at the dancefloor. Lauren flashed Trevor a smile, then whispered in Tricia's ear, "I think this is your time to get close to him. You have wanted to do this for a while now."

Let's get a divorce. "I'm sick. My stomach hurts." … As the ticking faded away, a snap of fingers jolted me back to reality. I opened my eyes abruptly. My body was curled up, and I was trembling uncontrollably. My fists were clenched so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. My face was cold. I touched it and found tears. I shut my eyes. "I'm sorry, Amelie. Come back. Please… I was wrong…" My voice cracked as a sob broke free.

'POSITIVE' Rome couldn't tell when his hand started to tremble. All he knew was that he was struggling to keep hold of the tiny plastic tab in his hand. His amber eyes were dark as they stared at the two red lines screaming from it. 'Margaux...N-no... We. We are positive.'

"Why are you calling so late?" "I'm sorry to bother you this late," Yvie replied apologetically. "You know I was in Cromenia for a business trip recently, so flying so frequently is leaving me really jet-lagged. Do you happen to know any nice joints in Harborview City that are still open this time of the night?" Jasper's eyes lit up at Yvie's words. "Can't sleep, huh? Come over to Platinum Heights now—I just happen to have something I need you for."

He motioned for Tremaine to step aside with him. Tremaine looked back at Tabby, but then stepped over to Steele and turned his back to her. Steele leaned down and spoke quietly to Tremaine. “There is something odd going on with this woman. I’m wondering if she’s having some sort of temporary amnesia from the sedative I gave her.” Tremaine pursed his lips and then exhaled. “Find out what is going on with her. If she’s playing some sort of game, you tell her to snap out of it. I’m not playing any more games. Tell her that I’m serious.”

“You sent the document over, didn’t you? What else did you do? Why do I feel as if something’s not right with Mr. Tremont today? He’s thrown a tantrum at me, first thing this morning!” Janice was surprised. “He’s pissed? I didn’t do anything. What’s happened?” Davy’s shoulders slumped. “How should I know? Why would I ask you if I did? I think Mr. Tremont slept in the office last night. He was still asleep when I arrived today. I’m sure he had a fight with his wife and got chased out of the house. I’m surprised, he’s actually a henpecked husband.”