Daphne Blake Mystery Inc Novels & Stories

“Someone is blackmailing me and after my investigation, I thought it was you,” “You know I’d never do that to you,” I cut in sharply. “I know that now, but I was suspicious because you’ve been acting strangely. I was told you gave my hair to Mrs Nelson and I found the mask and phone in your desk. Since you’re innocent, then who is behind this?” “This is indeed odd. Someone is trying to make me look like the blackmailer,” I stroked my chin. “But I do have a confession to make,” “What is it?” Daphne stared at me as I stood up and walked closer to her. I stopped a few inches away from her, a sudden rush of breeze from the window making a hissing sound.

But this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I'm Daphne Hathaway for god's sake! The broke girl who has no idea where her parents are, the secret behind why everyone in the packhouse despised her, the weird rash that broke out on her face during middle school, the girl who was bullied by them... Jaxon smirked and stepped away, letting me pass and I ran off to give the moonroot essence to their parents.

" I grumbled as I turned to face the window. I put my fingers to my ear as if I were speaking into an earphone. Things would get more complicated if Tent suspected me of speaking alone as if I were insane. “Tell me!” “Well, I saw everything. It was not her fault. The girl was mocking her and I think it triggered her anger and she blew her off.” “Where’s the girl?” "She's in the clinic. Unconscious, the pack doctor says—" "I'm talking about Daphne ! Where the hell is she!" 'O-oh, after I dismissed the class, I let her stay in her room and—'

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

she said, and walked past the woman in red without looking at me. I stood alone on the terrace, the Mediterranean glittering below, and tried to remember when exactly I'd stopped being a con artist and started being someone who stayed. "Daphne." Adrian's voice crackled through the earpiece. "The files are corrupted. I need you to get me access to her private server. Tonight." I touched the pin on my collar. Felt the wire, warm against my skin. "She's suspicious," I said. "If I push now—" "I'm not asking."

He added. I smiled sweetly and adjusted the emerald between my breasts to the exact shade of Daniel Carter's fiancée's signature color. "Then let's give them a show." I said as my smile intensifies. The Metropolitan Museum's Temple of Dendur had been transformed into a den of wolves, every tuxedoed predator in Manhattan circling as we entered. Camera flashes exploded. "Damien! Over here!" "Sophie's er…. My apologies Mrs. Blackstone, how does it feel marrying your father's killer?"

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.

“We tried to tell you but we couldn't. And now we don't have a choice.” “I don't believe this.” Ophelia’s words hit the walls of the large room. She looked around and met the gaze of Adrian who simply watched, although covering himself with the duvet so that he was not naked. Daphne had a smile on her countenance. How could she not? Things were beginning to seem okay for her. The revenge and justice she deserved was about to be served, how could she not like that? “You sold me to that man, Father—”

"I won't think twice about severing our friendship. If you say one more nasty word towards my wife, let's end our friendship!" Claude startled everyone by laughing. Ryder, who was presently only observing them and appeared to be watching for Claude's signal, caught his attention. "Tell him." Claude commanded Ryder. Supporting Claude, a policeman appeared to be waiting for Ryder to speak. “Daphne is at her old apartment.” Even more shocked than before, Treyton. Do they know where she is all day long? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why is she there, too? Why is she there, exactly?

Sighing inwardly, he said, “I got a phone call yesterday that my men tried to kill Gabriele. They believe he had something to do with everyone’s deaths.” Daphne went silent again. She knew very well all the answers to the questions he had, but it was her secret. Getting up, she stared at him, saying, “Gabriele only followed my orders, nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t know who did it, only I do.” “But he ordered them to be killed,” Dante said cautiously as he watched her. She shook her head. Turning away from him, she faced the window, saying, “All he knows is to do what I say.”