Lesbian Daisy Chain Novels & Stories

Samuel, oblivious to Xander's thought, continued, "Daisy never felt her life in the basement was bad. That changed when her twin sister discovered her and described the wonderful world above. Wanting to free Daisy, the sister faced strong opposition from their parents. Unable to get her out, the sister visited Daisy daily, sharing tales of the outside, igniting a yearning in her. They eventually switched places, letting Daisy experience the outside world's vibrancy for the first time. However, their parents caught on, locking Daisy back up and barring the sister from visiting. Despite this, Daisy clung to the belief her sister would return. And after an agonizing wait, she did, revealing the

“Thank goodness.” Before Lily could protest, Daisy had ushered her into the kitchen. Lily and her companion made casual conversation as they both raided the kitchens. Daisy, who’d been born a rebel she-wolf rather than becoming one by circumstance or choice, confessed everything about life at Johnson Hollow Ranch. According to her, female rebels were less common than their male counterparts, particularly out in the western states, so having another woman to talk to was a treat.

***Daisy's POV.*** I wear a layered necklace of gold which ends between my almost busting out breasts and big hoop earrings. Dani has worn a white ruched bodycon and matching heels. She curled my hair to make it bounce around me. I wear white heels and take a matching clutch. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be late for the little roleplay I planned with my boyfriend.” Dani says as we go down holding hands. “Cute.” I say and giggle. And so does she.

She felt Pam’s resistance to her being there, but attributed it to what had just happened. “Go away,” Pam wailed as she struggled to pull away from Fiana’s touch. She didn’t want to feel anyone’s touch right now, especially Fiana’s. Pam’s time spent with Darryl had raised a deep rooted confusion within her about her own sexuality; something she didn’t even know existed. She’d always attributed the fact that she was apprehensive about admitting to the world that she was a lesbian to the closed mindedness of the society she lived in. After spending those wonderful, carefree days with Darryl, she questioned if that was the real reason. Could it be more? Could it be that she, like so many othe

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

Daisy The smell of pine and expensive cologne always made my stomach turn, but tonight it was suffocating. The Hall was draped in silver and black silk for the Lunar Awakening. It was the night every shifter in the Blood Moon pack waited for. The night the future Alpha turned twenty five and finally claimed his position.

Because Daisy was sitting on her bathroom floor with a bracelet in her hand that her parents gave to her a few years ago, I don’t know why she is with it. “Lily had wanted commitment. That was where it started a reasonable thing to want from someone you had been with for seven months, a normal human need that she had expressed clearly and Dexter had responded to badly. Not cruelly, I was not going to rewrite my brother into something worse than he was, but badly. He had stalled. He had deflected. He had given her the bracelet instead of the conversation she was actually asking for and she had taken it because she had hoped it meant something. Then he had moved on.

Every step forward felt like walking deeper into something we weren’t meant to see. Then we heard them, Voices,Whispers. Low chanting carried through the air. As we moved closer, the mist thinned, and the sight before us made my chest tighten. Witches, dozens of them. Standing in a circle, their hands raised, dark energy swirling between them. Symbols burned into the ground beneath their feet, with curses, power and something ancient. And at the center of it… My breath stopped. Ariana. She was chained. Suspended slightly above the ground.

Kissing and biting slightly. I leaned close to his ear. "Still thinking about cancelling?" His jaw tightened. "Ask me that again and see what happens." I smiled against his neck. "I'm asking." — Killian's Pov— Thank heavens I had ordered a private section for security reasons because right now I was deeply grateful it was just the two of us in here. Yes, I had known Daisy wasn't innocent at most people knew her to be right from the day I watched I touched herself. But I had no idea she was this crazy.

I found myself smiling without even meaning to. “Good afternoon. I’m Vera.” “Lovely to meet you. I’m Katerina. Now, girls—shall we begin?” She spread the magazines across the table and began flipping through endless floral arrangements. I found the nearly identical pictures of flowers unbearably dull. “And what do you think?” the overly cheerful woman asked again, refusing to leave me alone. “White roses or pink?” Ugh. Revolting. I couldn’t imagine a werewolf celebration surrounded by pink roses. What exactly were they planning? Then my eyes landed on a beautifully designed autumn arrangement—deep reds paired with fall leaves. I pointed to it and said firmly: