Daphne Blake Outfits Novels & Stories

Regina asked, showing Daphne the red flowery gown she picked. "Uhf!! It's ugly" Regina rolled her eyes... The gown looks okay to her but Daphne says it's ugly. Here's one thing with her, when Daphne says something is ugly,, then it's really ugly. If Regina goes ahead with it, Daphne would always tease her whenever she puts it on and then, Regina would be left with no choice but to give it out. "But I think it's beautiful.." "It's ugly.. Put it away and try this on. It would suit you better" Daphne pulled out a glittery blue off shoulder gown.

He replied, giving her his sexy charming smile. "Me too" "Cool, I will like us to go somewhere more private?" He asked, not bothering to hide the fact that he was already checking out her full breast as he moved a little closer to her. Daphne had wore the red short gown her father gave to her on her 19th birthday, although she had not change much except her breast that has gotten large with her hip slightly wide, she decided to wear it to the bar.

Maybe I was doing something right, even if everything else felt like it was spiraling out of control. Minutes later, Daphne came back dressed in mismatched clothes, her top clashing with her pants and her shoes all wrong. "Uh, sweetheart, let’s change that outfit," I chuckled, kneeling down to fix her up. "Let’s find something that matches. We’ll be a team today." She groaned but smiled, hopping off to change. When she returned, wearing a cute blue dress, her face lit up. “Look, Mama! Do I look good?” “You look perfect,” I said, pulling her in for a hug. “Now, where do you want to go?”

CHAPTER 1 Sophia “Stars Don't Wear Off-Brand Cotton” “So… what do you think?” I stood at the door, still vibrating from the bumpy ride back from my afternoon deliveries. Daphne was standing in the center of the room, looking less like my sister and more like a model on a Parisian runway. She was draped in a dark green, crocodile-skin leather mini skirt that shimmered with the kind of glossy arrogance usually reserved for billionaire ex-wives.

I couldn't let go of my good mood. "I was just finishing up the last round of retouching," I explained when I noticed he was still standing by the door. "You see, I have to be the most beautiful girl for this night... and for Lennon's eyes. I have to be ready in case he's found his mate, and that is none other than me." My greenish eyes twinkled in the mirror, which matched my apple green off-the-shoulder cocktail dress that contrasted with my jet-black long hair and pale white skin. I expected Jaime to laugh again at my claim to be Lennon's soon-to-be mate. But his expression became serious. "Daphne, it’s not possible. Only the Moon Goddess can decide who our mates will be. I'm simply stati

He closed his eyes and cursed softly before for the second time that evening proceeding to count his numbers to avoid spotting a hard on for his mate that hated him to her bones. Slowly his harshed breathing calmed down and he slipped into sleep world. ***** Daphne’s POV I stirred with a smile plastered on my face… the thought that I had him as my driver was a sign that my plans were working. I needed to put them in a tight spot, I had the best dream of my life to back it up. They were all dressed in partially nothing and were crawling towards me…I shivered as the feeling of dominating these dominant and proud peacocks pleased me.

Beneath the sharp bridge of his nose, his lips curved into a faint smile—effortlessly noble, effortlessly confident. Beside him, Daphne wore an off-shoulder evening gown in a shade of ice blue, the delicate fabric setting off the porcelain smoothness of her skin. The hem of her dress swayed with her every step, reminiscent of a quietly blooming orchid. Her hair was pinned up with effortless grace, a few loose strands brushing against her pale neck, lending her an unintentional allure. Sapphire earrings gleamed against the soft light, complementing her gown with a quiet brilliance.

, the immature twenty-two-year-old said as she folded her arms across her chest, “Which I vividly remember you spilling coffee on- purposely”, her mother eyed her in disgust, “Out of all clothes, why this one?”. Daphne looked down at her outfit, finding absolutely nothing wrong with it, it was a black jumpsuit- way better than a white dress, only Luna’s are meant to wear that. “I like it”, she shrugged her shoulders, “Why does the Alpha king even want everyone here?”, she nodded at the large castle in front of them and folded her arms again, acting like a defiant child,

Daphne's POV Accepting my father's request to go on this blind date for the last time, I went to my room to dress up. In my walk-in closet, I browse for the clothes to wear. I wasn't excited or anything, it was jsut another meeting for me. My fingers moved gingerly, feeling for the most convenient dress, while my eyes quickly scanned the wide range of beautiful clothes. Then, my eyes settled on the Taupe Slip dress I got when I traveled for a business meeting last year.