Lirik Daisy Novels & Stories

I uttered. "Rose is right Lily, calm down everything will go exactly as planned." Daisy voices and twirls around in front of the mirror. "Guys do you think I look fat?" She questions and both Lily and I burst into laughter. The tension was slowly going away as we continue to do our touch ups.

“So which story are you going to suggest?” asked Rosalia. Her hands are holding her mug and she is about to take another sip of her coffee. “What did you suggest?” Daisy looked at her with curiosity. She has not decided anything yet. And there was no story in her mind. “Um… I don’t mind whatever they perform, so I just wrote Romeo and Juliet.” She shrugged her shoulders. She was not excited for this annual function because all her focus and excitement has been snatched by a handsome presence this year.

“Names are choices. Use them when you mean them not for me, not from fear.” Lily weighed me. “Do you want us to?” “I want you safe. And sure. The word should fit because it fits, not because I’m here.” Daisy rubbed the whale patch across her lip like a ritual. “If I say it… does it stay?” “Only if you keep it,” I said. “That part’s yours.” Lily nodded like we’d signed a contract. She slid off the tailgate and dusted her knees with neat efficiency. Daisy hopped down, blanket dragging, patch blinking patient blue.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

, he uttered more like a question. "Nop, I don't." "Uhm! You are a beautiful lady, Daisy", he said and kept quiet. "I love your name, Daisy. It sounds unique and like a name given to flowers...just like a lily." "Daisy means a flower that depicts innocence, purity, humility, and chastity," I told him. "Oh!" He muttered. "So are you together with your baby father?" "Nope," I said again. "It seems you don't want to talk about it."

Asked Green intrigued. "Cause daisies are you. Beautiful, loyal, patient and simple." After my heart you hurt, you have once again offered me a million wishes. Your presence makes it hard for me to forget, every second we've spent together. Again I lose, because the pain I feel is nothing compared to the happiness you brought. - Green Elira N. I want to tell you one thing. That, what happens in the future, is me and you who will always be home to our children. - Langit Danendra A.

She would no longer allow fear to control her. --- The next morning, Daisy received one final message from the mysterious sponsorship company. We regret your decision. She deleted it. Then she blocked the number. She opened her streaming application and stared at the screen. Her finger hovered over the button. Then she started a livestream. Within minutes, thousands of viewers joined. “Hello, everyone,” Daisy said with a smile. The familiar excitement returned. She talked about her channel, her plans and the future. She didn't mention Lucas. She didn't mention Milord.

I whispered, fighting the lump forming in my throat. Daisy's eyelids drooped, and I began to sing quietly a lullaby about wolves under the moon. My voice was soft and soothing, pulling her further into the sweet embrace of sleep. "Wolves run under the silver moon, their hearts are strong, they sing a tune. Dreams will guide them on their way, to places far where loved ones stay..." Daisy's breathing evened out, and I watched her, my heart full. Just as she was about to slip into complete sleep, she muttered something.

Neat. She dropped her keys, kicked off her shoes, and paused. Music. A soft, haunting melody filled the air. Non je ne regrette Rien by Édith Piaf. Daisy's heart began to hammer. She loved music but wasn't into French. Someone else was in the room. How was this possible when her door was locked from outside. There was no sign of breaking in as well. Walking further, her heart stilled at a shadow. She quickly turned the light on, and there sat her nightmare.

her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave . who care about the male lead , I'll just be her slave . (she's not a lesbo, she's just talking about her fav character). I'll greet her . "Greetings, Lady Orkhis Anemone. I'm Daisy Perennis ." one of your fans , that's what I want to tell , but it's not the time for that . I'll supress my love for her. "Hello , Lady Daisy , it's nice to meet you as well. I've heard about you from June ." her voice is cute , it's like she is singing . I see , she heard about me . I'm the luckiest person in the world to sit between 2 beauties .