Luxe Daisy Allen Novels & Stories

I pushed my face in front of the phone so she could see her more clearly. Daisy's a brunette with hazel eyes, she has full pink lips and a button nose and wears glasses. Just like me, she's a barefaced beauty and her looks are subtly intimidating. What really caught my attention was the dress she had on, I had the exact same one in my closet if I'm not mistaken. "Hello." She said back, adjusting the glasses perched on her nose. "Daisy this is Ariana." Damien pointed at me with his left thumb.

Questioning him was a mistake! The next day… Daisie attended the promotional event for a luxury skincare brand. After it ended, she sat backstage with a cup of coffee in hand and zoned out. Freyja called her name a few times, but Daisie didn’t react until she stood in front of her. “Daisie Vanderbilt.” She snapped back and looked up. “What?” Freyja crossed her arms. “I should be asking you that. Why are you zoning out?” Daisie looked down and blushed. ‘Why did what happened last night come to mind?’

When they reached a corner of the lobby with some chairs, Daisy slowly removed her gloves and gently said, "I'm here because I want you to break up with Alaric." She didn’t beat around the bush this time. Looking up at Lena—who was still standing and hadn’t sat down—Daisy continued, "You see, you’re an outstanding person, and I mean that sincerely. But I just don’t think you and Alaric are a good match." Her lips, painted in a soft, bean-paste hue, moved gently as she spoke—a color so mild it carried no aggression. And, true to her strong nature, Daisy didn’t feel the need to pile on heavy makeup to boost her presence.

★★★★ Daisy Home: Daisy had just finished bathing and was already dressed in a long, flowing red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress had a slit that ran all the way up to her knee, showing just enough skin to make her look both dangerous and elegant. She stepped into the middle of her small, worn-out living room, it was dirty but that didn’t matter to her.

Alice rolled her eyes at her and said, “Oh, no! I am just worried that someone might find out what you did wrong before. Did Jessica tell you to do what she said?” Daisy sneered at the mention of Jessica and exclaimed, “Oh! To be honest, I am not scared of her at all. She is just a nobody. I will have my brother pick on her if I don’t like her. You know, it’s tough to be a celebrity and she is too busy to meet and talk about our collaboration. By the way, I am leaving at the end of this month. You can see me off at the airport if you are available then. Zayden will be shocked by us.” Alice nodded and said, “No, I don’t think so. He is always been very emotionally stable.”

she posed like a sassy model continuing to march orders, “ Now follow me” As we entered her boutique, what I saw blew my mind away. Every time as I passed by, I would always peek in through the window fascinated by the colours adorned on the mannequins. My pupils dilated as Daisy pulled out a red satin maxi dress by Alexander McPrincess. “Oh Daisy, I possibly couldn't,” I protested. “It was not a request, now go try this on” she gently egged me on.

It was here, before pack, family, and moon, that two heirs would seal not only their mates but their legacies. Lyra stood inside the Alpha hold, her reflection framed in a mirror edged with wolfsteel. The dress Daisy had sewn for her shimmered with threads of storm-grey and gold, hugging her body like a second skin before flowing into a skirt that whispered like rain. Her hair, pinned with wildflowers, cascaded down her back in dark waves. She had never imagined herself as a bride. Not like this. Yet when she looked into the mirror, she didn’t see uncertainty. She saw power, and love, and a future that felt within her grasp. Daisy appeared at her side, eyes misted. “You look like the Luna yo

Daisy stood beside him, she was a vision of elegance. Her dress was a masterpiece. It was a deep, rich emerald green, a color that made her eyes shine even brighter. The fabric clung to her curves, showing off her slender figure. The gown was completely backless, revealing the smooth skin of her entire back. The front was simple, but the skirt had a very high slit on one side, reaching almost to her hip, which showed off her long, straight leg as she walked. It was a bold dress, elegant but daring, designed to make heads turn. She wore minimal jewelry, just a delicate diamond necklace that rested perfectly on her collarbone, and matching earrings that sparkled softly.

This is ridiculous. I am Vanessa Morgan. I should be the one getting special treatment. Not Daisy! “Miss Daisy,” Annie says excitedly, pulling out an expensive-looking garment bag. "This just arrived this morning and I immediately thought of you. It's a custom piece by Quinsley himself and it's also your perfect size!” My heart stops. Quinsley. The number one designer in the entire country. His pieces are impossible to get. You have to be on a waiting list for years.