Princess Daisy Novels & Stories

Layla “What do you think of Princess Arielle?” I asked Daisy once the doors finally shut and the room exhaled, as if even the walls were relieved to stop pretending. Daisy stood by the window with arms crossed and jaw tight, watching the path Arielle had taken as though the woman’s shadow might crawl back in through the glass if we weren’t careful. “Oh, she’s beautiful,” Daisy said, rolling her eyes. “And she knows it. Gods, she fucking knows it. The kind that traps people just by blinking.”

I drew a breath, tried to smile and my lips only trembled. Just then, high heels clicked in the corridor short, sharp even on the stone floor. The door opened again, letting in a sweet, cloying perfume and a chill, cutting voice: "Oh… I heard our honored guest was injured." Dane swept in. Soft brown curls like waves, a white fur-trimmed coat draped over narrow shoulders. Her smile was gentle; her gaze was a needle. "I heard there was an intruder and someone got hurt. Such a pity it turned out to be Miss Majori," Dane said, lips curving. "And I hear she was quite the hero, she knocking out Brian's spy all by herself?"

"Let's inform father first then we can all head to her grave." "As you wish my sister." Daisy quickly took her bath and changed into something nice. She informed the guards to tell Galore where she went in case they returned and met her absence. Coming out of the palace building, Daisy white wings sprouted out from her back and spread widely. Grabbing hold of Flower's right hand, she flew towards her father's kingdom, unlike Daisy, Flower wasn't born with wings. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

I see their eyes widen. Daisy puts her face up to the phone and yells. "Daddy, we want a princess crown!" "Daisy! That's not how you ask for things. If you are good girls while daddy is gone, he might ask Amelie to make you one." I am optimistic she will just win them over, but I can use it to my advantage. "Daddy, we will be so good! I promise!" Rose is determined to get a princess crown. "I know you girls are always good." They giggle.

Daisy smiled nervously. "Why aren't you letting me in?",asked Xavier frowning "Hey I'm not NOT letting you in.....it's just that we have to go to the palace, you know....the prince might be waiting for us",said Daisy, her cheeks reddening Xavier smirked and nodded. "Okay....cool, I'll be waiting for you" Daisy smiled back and closed the door. She turned her back on the door, closed her eyes and sighed. "What was that?",asked Derek

she said. "Okay my pretty princesses" She replied while the little kinky dragged her to the dance floor. Excuse me she said as she dragged her off but I followed her to the dance floor. "I hope to get a dance too. '' I whispered in her eye. She nodded her head innocently with her butterfly mask adding to her beauty. I wink and head to my seat. "Boss I think I will take my leave now thanks for inviting me" Daisy said. Looking at her looks familiar to kinky's Mom but she is using a neutral mask with feathers designs.

Is this a desert? Daisy pats her head with her hands and tries to recreate what had just happened. Daisy left New Generation company and was about to cross the road to catch the car back home when a motorcycle hit her… He snatched her phone… Then… after that… Daisy can't remember anymore. Is Daisy dreaming? Daisy tries to move her fingers and toes to pull herself out of her dream but she fails. She pinches her hand, the pain that comes to let her know that what appears before her eyes is the truth, not in a dream.

“Honestly, if you wanted to pretend to be still out, you could have at least kept your breathing even.” “Are we sure she’s a spy?” “Who are you? What do you want?” I reached for my dagger but one of them lifted it and waved it. “It’s not even silver,” one of them said. “And it’s poorly made. I didn’t think the alpha king would let his little princess be so unprotected.” The other one chuckled. “It was surprisingly easy to snatch you of the street. Not a bit of a defense in you.” “It’s like she doesn’t know…”

Then they turn to each other, snarling. “She’s my mate. You can’t have her.” “No, she’s mine!” I rush into the room, grabbing each of them by their arms before they can start throwing punches. “There are three sisters that came in with me. Perhaps you aren’t saying mate to the same ones. Before we start fighting, let’s find out.” I tell them sternly. They both step back. “Yes Princess.” They say before turning back to the girls. Weddeg points to Daisy. “She’s my mate.” He says.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr