Novel & Cerita Daphne Astoria

Daphne saw the older couple sitting by the pool with glass of expensive wine, the woman who she assume is Alex's mother was slim, with her jet black hair tied in a bun, she looked elegant and classy in that white sundress, the man had grey hair, handsome, much like Alex. Alex went over and bend giving his mother a kiss on both cheek, he looked at his father and nod, " mother, father I would like you to meet my girlfriend Daphne Suarez, he introduced her to them, " Daphne meet my mom Maltida, and George my father" "Nice to meet you both" Daphne said with a wide smile, extending her hand to shake theirs. Maltida eyes scanned Daphne up and down, " it is lovely to meet you too dear, please have

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

Then I saw her and something inside me snapped. Daphne sat curled against the cold floor, trembling violently while members of the Light Festival council surrounded her. Bruises covered her skin—her neck, stomach and legs. One side of her lip was swollen and there were scratches along her arms as though someone had dragged her across the ground. Rage exploded through me so violently it nearly drowned out reason. “What is happening here?” My voice boomed through the court, causing everyone to flinch and turn toward me in fear. I crossed the room quickly and crouched beside Daphne. She immediately curled tighter into herself, her face lowered as if expecting another blow.

And when she did step down the stairs in her Alphaly clothes, Liam felt like taking her there. Daphne exuded an air of confidence and authority. She wore a tailored black suit that accentuated her strong and powerful frame. The suit jacket is perfectly fitted, highlighting her broad shoulders and tapered waist. The fabric was of the highest quality, with a subtle sheen that adds a touch of elegance. The crisp white shirt beneath the jacket contrasts sharply, conveying a sense of professionalism and seriousness.

“I’m so glad to meet you, Anais. You look lovely tonight. I’ve heard that you’ve been sick and the pup in particular has made it hard. I’m glad to see that you’re doing better.” Daphne seemed genuinely glad that he felt well enough to come to the auction and Anais found herself smiling and relaxing under her charm. “It’s nice to meet you too, Daphne. Thank you, yes, I’m feeling much better.” Daphne introduced her date, another wealthy alpha Anais didn’t know, but he greeted him back politely and they chatted for several minutes. Atlas seemed like he was wrapping up the conversation when Daphne stepped in. “Would you mind getting me another glass of wine?” she asked her date. He smiled at her

“One moment please. I should get this one.” His attention shifted away and Daphne finally released the breath she’d been holding. “Yes?” She tried not to eavesdrop, after all, another person’s business was none of hers—until he said the one name that made her pulse spike. “Yes, I’m aware Storm Larsen has found his Luna.” Every single nerve in her body went rigid. In front of her, Griffith’s eyes lifted from the floor and landed directly on her, catching the change in her posture. Daphne tried not to react to the sharp hurt blooming in her chest. Storm could do whatever he wanted now, and so could she. But she couldn’t stop the pain that crippled her every time he crossed her mind.

No one had seen a fae in thousands of years, and yet, here he was, standing in front of me, radiating an otherworldly charm. As I watched, Asher coughed, drawing my attention back to him. I felt a surge of unease as I realized that Daphne's arrival was probably not a coincidence. She had a history of causing trouble, and I had a feeling that this was just the beginning. "What do you want, Daphne?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Daphne's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking between Arlo and me. "Oh, I just wanted to drop by and say hello," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I see you're busy with your new...friend."

" Hurriedly, she left the mansion and found a nearby place to stay that night. Although there were lots of affordable hotels, she chose not that expensive. With that, she went near. The Alborha hotel was Daphne’s endpoint, and she was thankful that Maverick didn’t follow her. She was staying on the tenth floor, one hundred and thirteenth room. She was currently in bed and wallowing in sadness, as everything that happened was always on her mind since she couldn’t control it anymore. Besides, she didn’t want to bother Clara in her apartment, as she felt a burden. Clara was always included in her mess; better not to bother anyone and cry alone. Through the glass window, the beautiful skyline of

Damon greeted her, the woman, Kristen, hugged Damon, I could see Damon didn't actually want to hug her but I was so jealous, I got up off the swing, and when she let go of Damon I got her attention "Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm living with Damon, and you are?" I asked knowing Damon had never mentioned her "I'm Kristen, Damon's good friend" she emphasized "Hmmm, he's never mentioned you before, have you Damon?" I looked to Damon for the last part of the question

“What do we know about Daphne?” “Not much,” I admit as I settle back down. “She works for an art dealer and she’s probably using an alias, because records don’t go back as far as they should.” “Okaaay…” She sucks air through her teeth and nods. “So what’s the plan?” “I don’t have a plan.” Both of them stare at me in disbelief. “But you always have a plan.”