Daisies Stories

"Do you know what a Daisy symbolizes?" I asked, standing up and crouching to pick it from the crack in the sidewalk. "No...but I assume you do?" I smiled, raising it to him. "It's a symbol for new beginnings." He gently plucked the flower from my fingers, careful not to smash it. He turned it around in circles before finally tucking it behind my ear. "I'm excited to see what this new beginning has for us." Life couldn't get better. Minhi had her best friend and family constantly surrounding her. But something is wrong. Her best friend isn't who she remembers. And he's acting a lot weirder than usual...

All Clarey wants is to be one of the boys. The problem is, Evan and his best friend, Lance, are not having it. Clarey Johnson and Evan von Detten hates each other ever since they met in elementary. It doesn't help that they're neighbors and they go to the same school. Clarey's life changes when Evan and his best friend, Lance, move away at the end of fourth grade. Which only means one thing: Peace and quiet. Fast forward, eight years later. A new boy transferred to Clarey's school, and to her surprise, is none other than her archenemy, Evan von Detten. What happens when you mix the two together? Follow Clarey and Evan's love story as they go through their little whirlwind romance. (Humor #3 Romance #4) ••• If you are reading this on another platform other than wattpad.com/katiecruz then you are in risk for malware. M USIC PLAYLIST: Http://8tracks.com/iridessa W A R N I N G : Read at your own risk. Super cliche novel up ahead and currently being rewritten. LTMH is currently being edited, I apologize for any issues you may see. If you spot any errors or any loopholes, please let me know. ;) Thanks! (Title changed to Listen to My Heart 10.2023. Title shortened to DYLM 08.04.14) Originally published: Feb. 2011

A short story about a woman who finds herself again, one bouquet at a time.

Daisy, a simple white flower that symbolizes innocence, purity, trust and above all love. I, Michael Wheeler, a 14 years old teenage of Hawkins, found one such flower only to let it wilt away....... Warning : Strong language at places. Highest ranking: #13 in MikexWill on 6/4/2020 #1 in bylerfanfic on 11/5/2020 #12 in byeler on 16/6/2020

"I promise you Gilbert, there is no true way that you love me. " "But I do, and I kick myself every day for it. I hate myself for loving the girl who could never love me back. Because she is a girl who only thinks of me as a dear friend, I find myself willing to wait my whole life for this girl. No madder if she loves me or not because I will love you forever Alice Daisy and it is killing me." ~I do not own any of the Anne with an e cast other than the Daisy family~

A book inspired by Huanting Adeline When Maren Blackwood inherits the centuries-old Briarhaven Manor, she expects a quiet escape-a chance to rebuild her life after years away from the town that never felt like home. The mansion is massive, ivy-strangled, and creaks under its own age, but Maren has always been drawn to its lonely beauty. Until she realizes she's not alone. Strange things begin to happen almost immediately: Lights flicker in rooms she hasn't entered. Footsteps echo through empty corridors. And objects she's certain she left one way shift into deliberate arrangements-like messages only she is meant to see. At first Maren blames the decaying house. Then she finds the letters. Short, unsettling notes appear in places only someone who knows the mansion intimately would dare to go. They're written by someone who claims to have watched Briarhaven for years-waiting for its true heir to return. Someone who promises he's "keeping her safe." Someone who knows the house better than she does. The town whispers about a trespasser seen roaming the woods, a man who slips between the trees like a shadow with a purpose. The police search. They never find him. But Maren feels him-his presence in the walls, in the dark hallways, in the way the silence holds its breath when she passes. As the stalker grows bolder, Maren's world tightens around the mansion she's trying to restore. She uncovers journals, hidden rooms, and hints of a past her family never spoke about-secrets the stalker seems desperate for her to understand. But Briarhaven Manor is full of locked doors. And the man watching her knows exactly what's behind them.

warning, this story will contain a lot of sexual/NSFW elements. enjoy reading! • disclaimer this isn't finished •

flower language, royalty, and cookies

Ποιητική συλλογή ιδανική για τις ευαίσθητες ψυχές του ανελέητοι κόσμου μας!

waves of emotions, echoing.

an emotional story ... atleast that's what I thought while writing this.. 😛 you can decide after giving it a try.. 😊 (It's a short story) Pictures used in this story and as cover is not mine .. credit to the owners

ISPIRATO ALLA CANZONE "DAISIES" DI BLACK GRYPH0N & BAASIK !!! !! PERSONAGGI NON MIEI !! ---------------------------------------------- "Quel bosco oscuro e avvolto dalle tenebre... nessuno avrebbe osato addentrarvisi. Ma lui sì. E quello fu l'errore più grande della sua vita.." Buona Lettura! -Ladnekmuah

Isolated family. A beautiful stream. A missing father. A big secret.

මම වැඩිපුර මල් ගැන දන්නෙ නෑ.. හැබැයි මම මල් වලට ආසයි.. සුවද උනත් නැති උනත්.. මම මල් වලට මාර ආසයි.. මම කැමතියි ඒව අතට නොගෙන ගහේම තියෙද්දි ආදරෙන් බලා ගන්න.. කොළපාට කොළ අස්සෙන් පීදිලා පිපීගෙන ඇවිත් ඒ කොළ අස්සෙම බැබලි බැබලි හිනාවෙලාම ඉද්දි තමා මල් ලස්සනම..

random, sometimes silly poems of certain things, experiences, and persons I adore. ❁

❝sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ.❞ . "Lucky girl, huh?" she asked with a smirk playing on her lips. Those were the first words they spoke to eachother in years. . Alternative Universe, where Hank took Erin in when she was about 10 years old. She didn't have many friends, just a boy next door she occasionally played with. Later, Erin and the boy drifted apart, but as Erin was about to graduate at the Police Academy, she noticed him again - this time, he was stealing her flowers. . *I don't own the characters

A short emotional story about a young girl named Daisy with a love for nature, when something goes wrong...

That story came to me in a dream around 3 am one morning. This was a personal test for me. I wanted to see if I could write a quick full story, and it turned out better than I had hoped. Along with a great message that has come to mind. I dedicate this to all you women out there. You are stronger then you think and beautiful. Don't ever forget to enjoy the little things in life as well as the big, and don't forget to appreciate them.

It's a Tommy Slater story thingy ( not my character) 23 September 2021

𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.