Luigi And Daisy Novels & Stories

I felt like I was being suffocated right now with Lucia and her notion of hopeless romantic as well as the gestures between Daisy and that douche. “I think I might need some air,” I said before I stood up and I went away. I don’t turn back to the table as I knew Daisy would not be that curious to follow me around. If she knew what was good for her. Daisy Dyer’s POV “I tell you, they have the best sushi in the world. I wonder if you wanted to get some with me later?” Eliot said as I was shaking my head at him. “I can’t. I have the stuff to do tomorrow,” I said before I heard someone was getting up from the table. It was Dylan and he was getting away from the crowd. I think he went to get some

Surprisingly, Daisy was there, looking around at the portraits, with two bags in her hands. “Daisy.” I called in surprise, and she got up from the sofa, a smile spreading on her face. “I hope I'm not disturbing you. I just… You know, you didn't eat before you left. I know how stressed you were when you returned from work yesterday. So I just got snacks, and stuff.” She said, taking out burgers from the bag she brought, and a can of Sprite. “I was rushing because I didn't want you to be in the thick of work when I showed up. You have some time to grab a few bites, right?” She asked, and opened a little plate. “I got strawberries too.” She added, showing them to me, and I laughed.

“In a hurry? Like to a fire or were you carrying the matches and kerosene?” “NO! I didn’t need to provide that. I mean talkin’ bout fire….” Daisy gave the blonde a beady eyed look. “This woman arrives hugging up and climbing on the Monroe men like they were freakin’ Everest or some damn thang. So...yeah, I was thinking about hosing her ass down.”

"I am definitely not dying in your disgusting tunnels." We make it to the tunnel that leads into the kitchen, the stairs to the latch are not numerous but they are steep. Ivan wheezes as we take the stairs and we have to stop at a point for him to catch his breath. "I'll go up and push it open then I'll hold him so it will be easier for both of you to enter," Daisy tells me before rushing up the stairs. I heave Ivan up and continue climbing the stairs, he stumbles a few times but we manage to reach the top without giving him a concussion.

At that moment, the bright neon and pink light falls on him, illuminating his face and the urge to run my hands through his hair heightens. The air around me suddenly becomes too hot and I inhale sharply. Holy Molly! The scent of musk mixed with leatherwood is the only thing that fills my nostrils. “Now, what's your name, Cara Mia?" Heat rushes to my head, and I feel a metallic scent hit me at the back of my nose. From the few Italian movies I've watched, I know what Cara Mia means. “My darling." "Daisy. My name's Daisy." I mutter, my voice like a whisper in the loud room as I silently pray blood doesn't trickle down my nose.

At least it gets them going in the morning! Daisy smiles down at the two. "Good morning to you too." She teases. "Nope! Papa hasn't eaten everything... well at least yet." She pats the top of their heads. "But I want to know what you two want in your omelet so please tell me." Lily beams happily. "Oh~! Yay! I want sausage and cheese! Maybe some sweet onions too! Oh! And lots of ketchup!" She says with a squeal. "I love Mama's omelets! Don't you, Davin?"

Daisy came home at seven o'clock in the evening, she should have come back earlier but she stopped by the roadside to buy some snacks, no matter what she said, she couldn't give up these things, sometimes she craved them and still bought them. Entering the house, Linus saw her holding several bags of fried rice and duck eggs in both hands and opened his eyes wide, saying: "Did you buy me snacks?" "I didn't forget you, don't worry." She said and handed him the left bag. Linus happily took it, not forgetting to say: "Thank you, First Lady." "Where is the eldest young master? Has he eaten yet?" Daisy asked perfunctorily. "He finished talking to the boss and went to the wooden house, he hasn't e

Louis answered while taking a quick glance at his daughter. Daisy facepalmed and could not help but breathe out a weak tired sigh before saying, “it feels like I’ve been here for five to six days when today is just Wednesday and the incidence was on Monday, ops..” Louis held his daughter tighter as pain crossed his heart. How did she become this vulnerable? Where the hell are her friends? When he could not hold back any longer, to stopped abruptly and since he was holding Daisy, she had to stop too. Looking up at her dad, she was met with a pair of painful worried eyes staring back at her.

Daisy woke up the next day, wanting to do something fun. She went to find Vincenzo, and saw him in the kitchen making them coffee. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing his back. “Good morning, amore mio,” she said sweetly. Vincenzo smiled, then turned around and kissed her. “Good morning, my beautiful wife. How was your night?” “It was great.” she said, blushing. “I have an idea on what we can do today. It’s gonna be fun.”

“Why do you keep pointing guns at people's heads?" Ava asked as she came downstairs. Lucas reacted dramatically, exclaiming, "Oh my goodness! Who is she, and why is she here?" Lucian looked at Ava in surprise. Wasn't she just scared upstairs? "Hi! I'm Daisy Addams!" Ava introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. Lucian pulled her back, settling her onto his lap. "Ava Luciano Russo." Lucian corrected, emphasising his possessiveness over her.