Luigi And Daisy Novels & Stories

he said in a stern voice, and I nodded, smiling at him. Xavier, Matteo, and Isadora approached us, Matteo smiling widely. “I see our brother has finally fallen in love. Daisy has him wrapped around her finger, and she doesn’t even know it,” Matteo sighed dramatically as Enzo groaned. I didn’t think that. Though our relationship had taken a new turn, I really, really liked him, and he seemed to care for me too—but I didn’t think it was love yet. “How are you, Daisy? The lunch was nice,” Isadora asked kindly, ignoring her twin.

It happened on a quiet Tuesday evening. Lillie was asleep. The penthouse was peaceful. For once. Roman and Daisy sat together on the balcony overlooking Manhattan. A blanket draped across both their laps. The city lights glittering below. Daisy rested her head against his shoulder. Comfortable. Happy. Home. Roman looked down at her. Then smiled. "I have a question." Daisy immediately became suspicious. "What?" "You should move in." She laughed. "Roman." "I'm serious." Daisy sat up slightly.

"Took your time, didn't you?" I was unfazed, slipping an arm around Daisy's waist as I responded. "We were doing things only married couples can do. Wouldn't expect you to understand." Luca's jaw tightened, and he shot me a glare. "Classy as always." Before either of us could escalate, Luciano sighed and set his wine glass down with a subtle clink. "For once, can we not fight like wolves over raw meat?" I chuckled, not the least bit remorseful. "Where's the fun in that?" I leaned forward and gave me father a brief nod. "Good evening, Papá."

I lay on the bed but couldn’t sleep, so I walked back downstairs and decided to smoke. I had barely spent an hour downstairs when I heard footsteps coming down. Luciano and Mariana appeared, and she looked worried while clutching her phone tightly. “Why are you guys up?” I asked, looking at them. “I think Daisy, Mariana’s friend, is in danger.” I paused, processing what he just said, and then it hit me. He just mentioned Daisy. Does that mean Daisy was coming here? Wait, how could I be sure she was the same Daisy I had fallen in love with?

Daisy was no longer crying, but I could tell she was seething and boiling with pure rage as we finally made our way into the house. “I want her head!” Daisy snapped abruptly. “I want her head! I want Layla!” “No one wants that more than I do,” I growled, taking off my jacket. “No one wants to see them both die painfully in the most painful manner ever.” Daisy sobbed slightly, but I was beside her with my hand wrapped around her to comfort her. I was going to take care of this. The murder of Daisy's parents and the miscarriage she had shortly afterwards were the final torch that I needed to burn down the Bloodwoods!

***Daisy's POV.*** Next day, I have a breakfast of eggs and toast and get ready in white tie back halter top and blue jeans. I wear my walking shoes and take my bag and go out. I first go to my office to see its progress, which is going well. I text Theo to meet me near my workplace, where I could sneak in his car. I learned many things from Lily when we were doing her house interiors. She told me why they kept their relationship secret and how they used to meet and how they used to avoid any media.

Salvador said, walking out to go see Salvatore if he could provide him with new bandages. Daisy collected the cup from Kamara and kept it on the table, she then returned to Kamara and tried to cheer her up. But before she could even sit beside her, she requested for an apple. Daisy nodded and rushed out, hoping to get one for her from the garden. Daisy got to the garden relieved. It was in that moment she thought of Kian and how she had lock him up in the store room. She hoped that he is still there. Hopefully. Daisy took the plucking sticks and was about plucking down some fresh apples when she saw Salvatore coming towards her direction. She felt her heart in her throat. She hopes that it i

I barely had time to question her weird character before the door was pushed open and Lucien walked leading the team in. I took one flickering gaze at Daisy, quietly mouthing if she was okay, and her response was a nod with a mischievous glint in her eyes. It didn’t take long to find out what her plan had been. I used a cough to cover the moan that had almost slipped out. Lucien narrowed his eyes at me, watching me fidget slightly on the chair. Daisy was a sly minx who knew exactly the right way to torture a man. Her fingers fondled my balls, as she laid soft kisses on the crown of my cock, slowly pushing her head further down.

"I know this doesn't replace what we lost. But I swear on my name, we will make beautiful things again. I'll love you until the world stops. Luca" She smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. Luca stood behind her and whispered, "Let's make more babies. Let's build the future. Let's heal." A knock interrupted them. Daisy. Wearing black jeans, her wild hair tied into a high bun. Her eyes glittered with secrets. "Luca," she greeted politely. He nodded, kissing Alessia's hand. "I'll leave you girls to talk." When he left, Alessia rolled her eyes. "You have got that look."

"Where is the rogue?" "Dead," Maison answered flatly. "He tried to take Daisy. Said something about her being royal blood from the Northern Territories." Luna Mara's face paled. "Inside. Both of you. Now." She turned without waiting for a response, her movements sharp and urgent. Maison followed immediately, but I hesitated, my hand closing around the pendant. "I could run," I thought, staring at the dense forest beyond the clearing. But to where? And from what? "Daisy." Maison had paused, looking back at me. For once, there was no contempt in his expression—just something that might almost be concern. "Whatever this is, running won't solve it."