Luigi X Daisy Mga Nobela at Kwento

[122] Y-DNA haplogroups[edit] The most frequently occurring Y-DNA haplogroups among modern Filipinos are haplogroup O1a-M119, which has been found with maximal frequency among the indigenous peoples of Nias, the Mentawai Islands, northern Luzon, the Batanes, and Taiwan, and Haplogroup O2-M122, which is found with high frequency in many populations of East Asia, Southeast Asia, and Polynesia. In particular, the type of O2-M122 that is found frequently among Filipinos in general, O-P164(xM134), is also found frequently in other Austronesian populations, including Polynesians.[123][124] Trejaut et al. 2014 found O2a2b-P164(xO2a2b1-M134) in 26/146 = 17.8% of a pool of samples of Filipinos (4/8 =

Wade Roberto said, his voice laced with anticipation. "We decided that I should sign the marriage contract." Daisy said, her voice was laced with a mixture of concern and anxiety. "Yes! Thanks a million, Daisy, I promise you won't regret this." Wade Roberto said as he jumped on the street in exhilaration. Looking back, he glared around, seeing that no one was watching him, he continued jumping in happiness. "Daisy, where are you now?" Wade Roberto asked, his voice barely above whispers. "At home…why do you ask?" Daisy asked, sitting up on her bed.

Daisy concluded that they are sibblings immediately. "It's good to help others. Since the slave is interested in the competition, we should fulfil her wish" Last Burgundy let out. "Mother, I could let one if my men compete with her. If she manages to defeat him then she can fight with me" Princess Kayla said. "Sounds good, let's begin" Lady Burgundy agreed. Daisy bowed and shifted back. Her eyes caught with that of Salvador. She read his lips, "Please be careful " Daisy tried not to look at Damon.

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.

“What if she doesn’t say yes?” Rosa grinned. “She will. I’ll make sure of it.” I will make sure I frustrate the hell out of her, for her to agree. Daisy’s POV I walked into Lycan’s office the next morning, planning to talk about the project in Ridgewood, but he looked different—tense, serious. “Hey,” I said. “Something wrong?” He stood up, walked toward me, and held my hands. “Daisy, I want you to marry me.”