Romans & histoires Daisy Oak

Daisy had been so curious at the flower crown on her head that she tried so many times to touch it with her paw and when it falls on the bed cover she would sniff it and touch it gently then she would look up at me again and nudge the flower crown towards me, gesturing that I should put it back again on her head, and the cycle goes on, she keeps on making it fall then want me to put it back. She looks so cute with that white and yellow flower on her head, and again, I wondered if only I could have one as well, I am curious too at how I would look, but Hustone said it would fit me. I want to make one for myself too but there were just not many flowers in the backyard and in the part of the fo

Dior chose a very good place because this residential area used to be the most populated. It is really good for hiding without caring about the zombies surrounding it. Also, because it was a residential area, the houses used to have vegetable gardens in their backyards. Though thick grasses has grown beside them, it was easy to clean them all up and harvest some vegetables. But it is definitely not enough. “Dior, can we go back there? Let's get the apples and water.” Approaching Dior, she spoke pointing the place they were before.

***Daisy's POV.*** I get ready in a rose gold sequin bodycon gown which has a cold shoulder short sleeve and choker neck. I wear the crescent moon earrings which my parents gifted me today. As I fluff my hair, my mind goes back to this afternoon when that thought invaded my mind. I love kids and so does Theo. However, we just started our relationship and we both are so busy that I feel we won’t be able to make space for that baby. I would do anything to have Theo’s babies, but it is very early. Or maybe I am worrying about nothing.

But Daisy was smart. When the kettle whistled, she poured the tea into two mugs and took a seat across from me at the table. “Zarek,” she said in a firm tone, “what are you really here for? Surely, you didn’t come just to get to know me.” “You’re right, Daisy.” She never told me her name, but she didn’t even flinch when I said it. “There’s actually someone I’m looking for. A young woman named Freesia. You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you?”

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Daisy didn't sit on the bed for long, she lifted the blanket off, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. After eating, she didn't wait for Mrs. Cara to bring the porridge up, she went downstairs. Mrs. Cara saw her and said: "The porridge is still a bit boiling, wait a moment, do you want something to drink so I can make it for you?" "No need, I'll go out and sit for a while, when the porridge is done, please let me know." The smell of strawberry smoke in the kitchen made her feel a little nauseous, so she went out to breathe some fresh air.

When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.

Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for believing in us. Always yours, O.J💕 (NOTE...Azalea and Daisy are both named after beautiful flowers. Same as O.J😂❤️)

Daisy wakes up startled, she feels like she had slept for a very long time. It is still a cloudless blue sky in her eyes, but the surrounding air was extremely hot. Daisy's whole body aches. It is as if her limbs no longer belonged to her. Daisy struggles to sit up with her hands’ strength. Her hand sinks to the ground, it makes her stumble. This is not cement pavement, this is… sand. It's the sand! Daisy glances around. An immense stretch of sand, one after another, extending endlessly. Is this a desert?

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.