Luxe Daisy Allen Novels & Stories

Thus she would attend the white party, then she would sleep with Don, and after she had given him the best sex experience, she would wave all sort of lies, such that Don would be furious, and he would hunt Alexis to death, thus Lucy dressing today was a dress to kill. Actually Lucy was a beautiful one, she was the type whom you can gave all your salary to just to have her for a night, Lucy had a black long hair, and her facial was a smooth one with no spot, her legs were long and white like a porcelain doll, in fact Lucy was a beauty without no doubt.

Daisy said with a knowing smile, “It’s called fashionable, especially if you’re the last dance’s main dancer,” “I wish I didn’t have to deal with all that,” Elinor said with a sigh, “Alan was saying the same. I usually enjoy this kind of events, I get to dress up and dance and have fun the whole night and also have some delicious food and drinks," Daisy said "It would have been fun for me too if it had been like that. I would have as much fun as you do." "It's not the same for you?"

Lady Burgundy decleared, smiling so charmly at Daisy. "Thank you, your majesty" Daisy bowed again before leaving the ceremony ground back to where she crawled out from. Her mind couldn't be at ease. How could she be calm when Alpha Ares is still staring at her in that manner? The man is not ordinary. He must have had a plan before calling her out and she is just lucky to escape his deadly plans. "Kamara, I need to go to the restroom, I will be right back " Daisy told. She left the ground immediately.

It wasn't Gardel, I had sharpened my ears during the walk, but it was certainly characteristic Argentinian beat. I went downstairs slowly, still appreciating the details of the green dress perfectly fitted to my body. It had arrived just after my shower and was one of the most beautiful pieces I had ever seen. It was pleated with gold brooches gathered on the left side of my waist and had thin straps that crossed at the back. - You look beautiful, Ellen. - Damien's voice made me look ahead and I realized that he was wearing formal clothes, but no tie. Once in the room, I could perfectly discern the music and suddenly understood his intention.

"No need to mention that. Let's finish this food now. I still need to monitor Alenna; I can't be away from her for too long." "Young Lord, you really love her so much. She's very lucky to have a handsome and responsible man like you!" "Such a flatterer. I didn't know that you could sweet talk too!" Then we both laughed. After a long talk and delicious dinner with the young physician, I immediately went to Alenna's room. She's deeply asleep now. I told the owner awhile ago to send a lady to clean her and change her clothes; now she's wearing a light pink dress, and it suits her flawless white skin very well.

The rich red color complemented my skin beautifully. How did I not see this before? I paired the dress with silver earrings and matching silver flats. “Are you sure I’m not overdressed?” I asked, still feeling unsure. “Nope,” Daisy assured me with a grin. Moments later, a knock sounded at the door. I inhaled sharply and rushed to open it. Standing there, holding a bouquet of white lilies, was Axel. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with black pants, looking as breathtaking as ever. Oh, he did take my breath away.

Skylar crashed on the bed again as she searched for the name of the model on the internet, and continued checking the pictures of her that she had been scrolling through right before Amelia called. She hated to admit that the model in question seemed so perfect in every way, that it was so undisputable if he was truly her girlfriend. Daisy Dallas was a twenty-five-year-old stunning model with gorgeous big green and attractive facial features that were both captivating and enthralling to anyone around her. She had a great body, was one of the top five models in the country, was wealthy, and had a rich Mum, who ran a lingerie brand. She was nothing compared to her. She could never be.

The problem was that broken people did broken things and Lily Andrews was the particular kind of brilliant that made broken things look very polished from the outside. She had seen Daisy’s profile. I was certain of that, the call had been too specifically timed, too carefully vague, for someone who did not know what they were dealing with. She had done her research. She had looked at the woman in Dexter’s apartment and made her assessment and decided on a strategy and the strategy was starting to show its edges. I needed to know what the strategy was before it reached Daisy. I got up and went to the kitchen for water. The sunflower was in a glass on the counter, Daisy had found it and put it

It became a joyful time of shared effort. We cleaned the large main hall thoroughly, polishing the wooden floors and washing the tall windows until they shone bright with sunlight. We did not hang expensive tapestries or garlands of rare flowers. Instead, we gathered what grew freely and abundantly: wild roses from the hedgerows, jasmine from my garden, daisies and clover from the fields outside the city. We wove them into simple wreaths and bunches, placing them on the windowsills, along the long tables, and around the small wooden table that would serve as our altar.

The sharp lines of his suit emphasized his powerful frame, and even from this distance, his presence commanded attention from everyone around him. But then I realized he wasn't alone. Daisy walked beside him, her elegant figure draped in a cream-colored dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary. Her shiny hair caught the afternoon sunlight as she moved with the effortless grace that came from a lifetime of privilege and confidence. She was beautiful, poised, everything that high society expected from an Alpha's companion.