Daisy Brown Novels & Stories

"If you get bit, you die. Simple as that." "You guys, nobody is going to get bit. The soldiers are here to protect us. Don't forget that," Daisy says, sitting across from her sister Rose. Daisy and Rose Adams are seventeen year old fraternal twins, but they definitely don't look like they'd even be related. Daisy has short, light blonde hair, and Rose has waist-length dark red hair that is usually kept in a single braid for convenience. Daisy is more pear-shaped while Rose is a bit thinner. They both have wide-set light blue eyes that have developed a hard edge in the past six months.

Carina texted. Kayla's eyes bugged out suddenly at the sight of the Brown's name being on the list. One of the richest billionaires in the world who loved to maintain a classic, reserved life. She had always wished it was the Brown's family. But there was no way the Brown's family could be on the list of her suitor because their standard was far beyond the Davis.

Daisy understood that her friend liked crown prince . Even she smiled at one time , she'll be gloom next moment of thinking something . Daisy understood she can't pry , because she didn't experience her life and her pain . Even Pheony can't run because of her health , Daisy will always run towards her . But their happiness didn't last longer . One day , Daisy thought of going picnic with Pheony and Theodore , because these few Pheony was somewhat gloom , so , she thought picnic will make her happy like always .

Okay I should probably get out of my critiquing thoughts and knowledge the people. Sitting on one of the brown sofas was a girl, at first glance it didn't register to me that it was Daisy. She had major bandages covering her arms, chest and neck area. From here I could see the little burn marks on her face that didn't look that bad, probably why they aren't bandaged up like the rest of her body. I send her a smile which she soon returns, I turn to look at Gray who was in the middle of a conversation with Josh. This gave me an indication to go talk to Daisy, I slowly make my way over to her where she sits up telling me to sit beside her.

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.

Magnus leans forward, moves his hand behind her neck, and pulls her closer. "Why Penny? What could a 4yr old give you?" Asks Magnus. "Reason to live," says Daisy with tears in her eyes. "Tell me everything," says Magnus and wipes a tear off her cheek. Flashback. Daisy was an orphan who jumped from one foster home to another. When she turned 18, she started working for her living. She rented a small apartment for herself and worked as a fashion consultant at a large fashion house.

So Daisy adjusted her strategy. She needed someone new. Someone desperate. Someone pliable. That someone was Sabrina. Sabrina had been hired less than six months ago. She was a young housekeeper with tired eyes, a small child at home, and bills that never stopped piling up. The Blackwoods paid well, but Daisy knew desperation when she saw it. Knew exactly how to dress kindness up as opportunity. Two days before the meeting, Daisy cornered her in the laundry room. “Hey, Sabrina,” she’d said brightly. “How are you?”

Hearing them come in, John shook the water from his hands and turned to go greet them while Jessie quickly finished loading the dishwasher and went to greet them. Coming around the corner, she saw John kissing Donna and talking with the others. Daisy was younger than Donna but looked a lot like her older sister. Dark brown, almost black hair covered her head, dropping down below her shoulders. She was a little taller than Donna, surprisingly enough, and actually had larger breasts than her sister, though Jessie liked Donna's butt better than Daisy's. Jessie could recall that she was 20 years old and taking some preliminary classes at a junior college back in Donna's hometown and studying to

Rachel rose before the sun, her hands moving in practiced silence as she prepared a breakfast that could impress royalty—blueberry muffins, tender braised chicken, and sautéed eggplant, all plated with care. She had one goal: win Daisy over, and make sure no new investigator was hired. The closer they got to the truth, the closer she came to losing everything.