Singer Real Daisy Jones Novels & Stories

Xander asked, "Did Jay tell Daisy all this?" Samuel responded, "Yes, he did." Xander said, "Jay is super sneaky. Don't trust him blindly. Make sure you guys aren't caught in one of his traps." "Understood." Xander continued, "When did the real Daisy meet Leroy after being imprisoned?" "It was in June when Abigail was just six months old." Xander thought for a moment. "So, right before her divorce, the real Daisy met Leroy. Later, Jay and the fake Daisy moved her to Florivera. Then in December, fake Daisy married Gavin, and by March, Mallory was born."

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

Daisy's POV ~ Humiliated beyond words, I grab my purse and rush towards the exit. Outside the restaurant, my phone buzzes in my purse and I pull it out with shaky hands. The buzz is from a notification. A tagged post on social media. Someone has already uploaded a crying video of me sitting in that restaurant, with the caption: ‘Daisy Sinclair watching her husband propose to another woman LIVE #Karma #TrueLoveWins #PatheticEx’ And the post already has thousands of views with people celebrating my pain in the comments.

Daisie wanted to rely on herself in the entertainment industry. She didn't even allow her family to help her. “Yo, what a coincidence.” James’ voice rang out from the back. Daisie was stunned and turned her head around. “What are you doing here?” Even though James covered his face entirely with sunglasses and a face mask, his flamboyant outfit still sold him out—people would know it was him at first glance. He took off his sunglasses and face mask, grabbed a chair, and sat down. “Well, it seems like fate really likes to bring us together.”

“No, he does not like me... Not the way you’re implying... And anyway, even if by some bizarre, crazy twist of fate he did, it would be impossible… What sane man could fall for a weirdo like me?” “Oh, Lyv… Are you going to start talking nonsense again?” Daisy got up from the desk where she was working, walked over to Everly’s, and sat next to her. She did all this without saying a word. “It’s not nonsense, Daisy, and you know it very well. It’s the sad, awful truth. Most of the time, it takes me a whole morning to build myself up to go through a car wash or go to the Farmers market. How could I ever be part of any man’s life as broken as I am? And especially someone like him? A rock star… us

He face-palmed, lifting his head to look at the kitchen door when it creaked. "Oh, I forgot to mention, Daisy came over after Draven left; Draven's mom sent her to bring cookies for me." I held in a laugh when his eyes widened before he masked his expression with a blank one. "Have you come to bore the luna with your boring sexual stories?" Daisy asked as she placed the tray of cookies on the table, pushing Jones feet over the edge. She wore a simple body-con dress that reached to the middle of her thighs. It had a v-neck that gave a glimpse of her boobs, and I didn't miss Jones eyes drifting to her chest as she bent to place the tray.

“I understand, sweetheart. It’s okay to miss him. But you know what? Since your dad isn’t here right now, I can try singing for you instead. Would you like that?” Her eyes light up at the suggestion. “Really? Can you sing like Daddy does?” I chuckle softly, feeling a bit unsure about my singing abilities. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not as good as your dad. What would you like me to sing?” Daisy thinks for a moment and then says, “Daddy always sings ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’ Can you sing that for me?” I smile warmly and nod. “Of course, I can do that.”

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... ♥️♥️

Poking with her elbow, Helen replied curiously, "It seems like you are already dreaming for someone else. Come on girl, say who is it?" "Ugh! None Helen. I will love to stay single. A happy free life," rolling her eyes, Daisy replied. They both joined with the crowd on the dance floor. Daisy's sexy figure was moving swiftly with the beat of the music. Daisy was a professional dancer so no doubt, her moves on the dance floor was very charming and seducing.

She strikes a pose, crossing her arms over her chest and popping one leg out, with sunglasses covering her eyes, a cap on her head, and extremely baggy clothes. "Seven days a week, I said certified freak. Make that pullout game weak, wet-ass pussy!" Daisy starts singing, and my jaw, like everyone else's, drops to the floor in shock. "Yeah, you're fucking with some scumbag pussy." Camillo follows her, snapping his fingers to the beat of the song. "Bring a bucket and a mop for this dripping wet pussy. Give me everything you've got for this wuss." Charlotte is now doubled over with laughter, still recording on her phone.