Luigi X Daisy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dexter’s POV She knows. I had said it and the kitchen had received it and Daisy had said yes in the quiet way she said things that were simply true and did not require elaboration. And then we had stood there for a moment in the kitchen with the dinner half made and the screenshot between us and the particular weight of an escalation that had just changed shape. Lily had moved from the professional world to the personal one.

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.

“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.

"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."

"Oh, so we are back to the business arrangement now? Good. That fits you much better than the guilty act you were putting on by the fire." "It's the truth," I countered, taking a slow step toward her, my eyes locking onto hers. "I know how your mind works, Daisy. You are smart, and you know exactly how to use the fact that we are mates to make me look like the villain. But I am putting a stop to it right now. My wolf might be reacting to you, but my mind is fully awake. Tomorrow, we focus strictly on finding the traitor who forged your father's name." Daisy stared back at me, her eyes completely unyielding, refusing to let me see a single crack in her composure. "Fine by me, Alpha. I never a

“Sorry, I only cook for my husband, if you want, you can call your future wife to cook.” Daisy said indifferently, her hands were busy blanching noodles and putting them into two large bowls. “You treat my brother so well, Daisy, do you love my brother?” Daniel suddenly approached Daisy, his breath reeked of alcohol on her neck, making Daisy feel disgusted. She elbowed him in the stomach without hesitation, Dalziel didn’t have time to react, bent down, and hugged his stomach.

She wore a loose house dress, barefoot on the cool tiles, and every few seconds she reached up to brush the damp strands from his forehead or dab the sweat from his brow with her fingertip. The gestures were so natural and practiced. They looked like a loving couple. I stood frozen in the doorway, my feet rooted to the floor. The soup simmering on the stove was cream of mushroom—Daisy's favorite. I watched for three full seconds. Then I turned and walked toward the end of the hallway. Brian's footsteps chased after me. He caught up at the corner, still holding the ladle, a flicker of anxious displeasure crossing his features. He explained, "Elena. Daisy hasn't had much of an appetite lately—

He was obviously smiling to his sister. Lily finally lifts her head up from my stomach and when she sees Hunter, she runs up to him as if it had been ages since she had seen him last. Hunter picks her up and she beams at him before starting a rant that made me feel like crawling into the ground. "Hunter! Can you believe Daisy likes Tiana? She also likes animals, she even has a dog just like my dog Duchess. Oh, oh, oh, how could I forget? She likes children too! When you get married and give birth to 5 kids, I'm gonna be the godmother to all of them......." She pauses and I exhale in relief thinking that she had stopped only for me to inhale back the air I let out when she resumes talking.

Then I turned and looked at Luigi, who had been watching me the whole time. "Red roses look great," I said softly. His fingers holding the cigarette trembled a little. Ash fell onto his shirt, burning a small hole through the fabric. As he took in my smile, the fear in his heart intensified. He would rather see me lose control, rushing up to stab Irina twice, than see me in this state. Late that night, the drug took effect. Luigi fell into a deep sleep. I rose quietly, slipping into the study like a ghost. The massive safe glinted coldly in the dark. I entered the password, which was my birthday.

On the night of my eighteenth birthday, the Lycan King came to me in a dream. He proclaimed me his fated mate and vowed to make me his queen when I turned twenty-two. Terrified, my father tried to help me escape this fate. Before he died, he entrusted me to his closest allies, a family with three powerful, wealthy sons who became my adoptive brothers. They once fought for my attention, each vying to be the one who would marry me. But that all stopped when they brought home Daisy, an orphan girl they found on the streets. They never spoke of marrying me again. Before I knew it, my twenty-second birthday arrived. A blood moon hung in the sky, and I trembled with fear, crying as I begged my