Nintendo High Daisy Novels & Stories

Tears roll down my eyes uncontrollably, I leans against the pillar, covering my mouth with my other hand, hysterical sobs escape my shaking form. ______________ What should Daisy do to get herself out of this situation? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

Maddox Dasher walked down the stairs, his appearance changed. The neatly pressed suit he was wearing in a dark blue colour looked dashing on him, his hair spiked up carefully, the beard was gone and it was perfectly groomed. Maddox Dasher had this amazing smile on his handsome face, he was holding the hand of his six-year-old niece. Together they stepped down the stairs as if some kind of royals, their clothing expensive. He went to talk a few businessmen, his clients and family members.

James made a gesture, and the two servers quickly put the wine on the table. Daisy was a person who had seen the world. She picked up one of the bottles of wine in surprise and smiled. "Your boss is really generous. He keeps such a good bottle of wine. The price of each bottle is more than 200,000 yuan. I really don't know who your boss is. I really want to thank him in person." After James finished inquiring about the relationship between the enemy, he prepared to leave. He said lightly, "Miss Daisy is a high-level member of the club. It's just two bottles of wine. It's not a big deal. I wish everyone a good time."

Serve you right! (What?) White Ball saw in its peripheral vision the identity of the thrown object. A miniature of White Ball's favorite anime. The dazzling blue color outfit and the exquisite workmanship! Its expression turned dreadful. (Oh no! My Limited Edition figurine!) The system is flying at the speed of light and barely caught its priceless treasure while cursing Ryan in its mind. (Dante Masamune!!! Are you okay?!) {You are pitiful.} Ryan sneered. {What kind of system used his points to buy a stupid figurine, secretly?}

I rather my money goes directly to the employee and not into the pocket of some dickhead franchise corporation. “How was Daisy?” I asked, detracting from my nanny problems. “Mmmmm. Do you want the good news or the bad news?” “Fuck. Give me the bad news.” “The bad news is that Daisy wanted a toy that Nori was playing with. The girls started fighting, and Daisy was popped in the head with said toy. She cried; I iced it and gave her a treat. They went back to playing as if Nori didn’t try to bludgeon her.”

The door opened and Jane walked in holding a huge box. “Good morning, Your Highness.” “Jane, what are you doing here early this morning?” she asked. “I come bearing gifts,” she said. “From who?” “Prince Neal, he said you should put it on. He will be waiting for you.” She quickly stood up and opened the box. She was amazed by its contents. She took the t-shirt out and the shorts that followed. “Am I allowed to wear this?” she asked Jane. “You are; he bought it for you after all.”

★★★★ 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.

Like always while coding, I lose track of time. When I look up from my keyboard, the moon is high, my room is dark, and a small, creepy creature stands in front of me. It’s wearing owl leggings with a chiffon tutu, and stares at me like the ghost of Christmas past. I yelp. “Hi.” Oh my God. "Daisy?” “Hello.” I clutch my chest. “What the fuck?” “Are you playing?” “I . . .” I glance down at my laptop. I’m building a fuzzy logic circuit seems like the wrong kind of answer. “Sure. How did you get in here?”

"Give it to me, Daisy! Right now! Ugh! Fuck!" Daisy’s fingers were a blur. "OHHH! YES! SIR! MMM-NNN-GH! AHHHH!" Her body went rigid as she hit her peak, her juices coating her fingers as she shuddered on the desk. She let out a series of high, sweet moans that echoed softly in the darkened room.