Daphne Astoria Novels & Stories

She knew if Sarah saw her like this she would act over dramatic as always, she never wanted the Luna Queen to go around without her hair and make-up done as she felt it was a personal insult to her that she couldn't do her job. Daphne left the room after taking a deep breath, knowing all eyes would be on her fully exposed neck. But then she thought, she could either be proud to sport the hickeys given to her by infamous alpha king or be ashamed about it. She was far from the latter. Walking into the dining room, she came face to face with the culprit of the imprints on her neck. Seating at the end of the table, with a buffet in front of him, Dwayne had his laptop on the table as he sipped on

Beautiful said with a smile on her face. "Gladly," Emma said, following her out of the room. They were both in an elevator going to Mr. Anderson's office when Mrs.Beautiful started talking "You can call me Daphne. I must warn you, answer his questions precisely, don't beat around the bush, he hates that. Trust me when I say he is a good man, You'll surely be considered if he likes you". Daphne said smiling. They both stepped out of the elevator when Daphne stopped by her desk. "This is my desk," Daphne said to Emma but she already knew that because there was a nameplate with her name Daphne Johnson written on it for everyone to see.

said Daphne. Daphne went to the walk-in closet and wore only pants and a white shirt. When she finished getting dressed, she ran into Treyton who was also in a suit, which made her frown. "Are you leaving too? I thought you didn't have a schedule today?" "Yeah, nothing, but Daddy called me. I'm selling it on a site that he bought himself." "Oh, okay."

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

Daphne commented to Junko, Luther's bride. I caught Aaliyah rolling her eyes. "You could've had that too, you know? If you hadn't rejected Apollo." I looked at Daphne. She had light brown hair and fair skin. Her lips were pouty, her nose perfectly sculpted. But it was her eyes that truly captivated me—so expressive, the most beautiful feature on her face. "Apollo was pursuing you?" I couldn't resist asking, and all three women turned to me. "You know Apollo?" Junko asked, her voice soft and sweet. "How?"

His expression did not change when the secretary entered and whispered into Arthur’s ear. But Arthur looked toward the door. And waited. Daphne stepped inside. Conversation stopped. She wore a dark blue coat over a simple black dress. Her hair was still damp from the rain. No makeup concealed the fading mark on her cheek. Nora had wanted her to cover it. Daphne had refused. Let them see what their control looked like. Mason’s gaze swept over her, first with disbelief, then fury. “You left Harbourline,” he said. “Yes.” “You are supposed to be resting.”

Nyra, Elias and Thorne were just observing, their faces void of any open emotions. Instead of going off on us as we were expecting, our little mate opened her mouth to speak, then pressed her lips together and left the living room. Ronan was about to go after her, but I held his wrist, shaking my head at him. We watched as she went up the staircase, slowly, each step up lacking strength. At one point she swayed, supporting her weight by gripping the rails. "You mean none of you thought about telling her the truth about Daphne?" Seraphina asked, looking at her husband, then her mother, Ronan and finally me. Daphne was the name of her sister and our first mate.

Daphne The air still smelled like smoke. It clung to my hair, my clothes, even the inside of my throat. I stood on the sidewalk with my apron still tied around my waist, staring at what used to be the bakery. Flames no longer licked the walls, but the windows were blackened and the air shimmered with heat. Steam hissed as firefighters sprayed the last stubborn embers. Someone beside me was crying. My co-worker, Lila, had her face buried in her hands. She was still wearing her flour-dusted uniform, mascara streaked down her cheeks. I reached for her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She shook under my touch.

her mother pleaded, trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Daphne! She can never be Daphne!” Phillip interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. “Dianna is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Daphne…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Daphne was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

The top is loose-fitting, but the skirt is ruched and hugs her hips and butt like a glove. “Me too! I’ve never been to a club before. I’m excited to dance. Where is this club?” Daphne asks as she steps out of the bathroom after finishing her makeup. She’s in a pair of dark jeans and a black crop top with a deep neckline. She has a slender body, like a model. We are all around the same height, about 5’5, but they both are wearing high heels. I’m sitting on Viviana’s bed wearing jeans and a loose-fitting long-sleeve top.