Daphne Blake Sisters Novels & Stories

I had let too much time pass already. My future with Jake and Noah was on shaky ground because of the way I'd started things. I thought back to the last day I'd seen and spoken to Daphne. Her eyes had been hard and passionate and angry. "How dare you think you have any real place in my life?" she demanded. "How dare you feel you can advise me about anything?" "I'm your sister." "You're my father's bastard," she snapped at me. "That doesn't make you my sister." I bit back my hurt.

I whispered, the words tasting like poison. "I'm the sister who had to watch you get the best of everything because you were the 'legitimate' one," Daphne hissed, dropping the necklace. "You had everything! You were the 'real' daughter! You were the one everyone loved while I had to pretend to be the perfect little sister. I hated your smile. I hated your kindness. I wanted to see you in the dirt." “But you still made life difficult for me!” I yelled, rage burning my insides. “Which was why I left everything for you. I got married and signed away my rights to the foundation to you!”

Now it was Ketil’s half-sister making her blush. Daphne did not return until the morning. She was very pale and refused to speak or eat, but Miriam managed to persuade her to have a sip of water. “Ketil will come for us,” she said. Sassa stamped her feet twice on the floor to express her agreement. At least she hadn’t heard screams and her sister was wearing the same tunic as before. The sounds of a busy port coming to life reached them. “Tomorrow,” her sister whimpered. “That’s what they said.”

“I don't care.” “You don't care?” Her mother asked. As she walked away from Ophelia, she caught up with another end of the room so she could relax her back on the wall. A deep sigh escaped her mouth and she looked at the Alpha who had anger written on his face. Daphne didn't move. She didn't speak. Although she enjoyed the scene, she could not help but think about herself—how far she's come with Adrian only to be cheated on. By a woman who should be her sister.

“My parents wouldn’t acknowledge me until I was perfect again. I stopped existing whenever I messed up.” “Jesus, Daphne. I?—” “They do it to each other. They decided to make it permanent for my sister, since she messed up so bad that she’ll never be perfect again in their eyes.” Daphne snorts. “I keep trying to mess up bad enough they’ll leave me alone. Oh, the irony.” I don’t say anything. This isn’t my time to speak; it’s hers.

’ 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!"

“That stupid, weak little thing? She will not last a week in that cave.” Sapphire watched her with satisfaction. “Exactly.” Daphne’s laughter slowly faded, but her eyes were still bright with excitement. “I have always wanted to kill that girl,” she said, her voice suddenly sharp. “Ever since what happened years ago. I wanted to destroy her with my own hands, but those damn brothers always kept their eyes close on her even while she was married to Ethan then.” Her hands clenched at her sides. “I hate them for that. I hate how they protect her like she is something precious.”

It was noticeable even to me, who was here for only a week. In addition to Lane and Venira, about thirty people with a dark gift lived on the estate, among whom were both adults and children. They teamed up with only one goal: to destroy the artifact that suppresses the darkness in women. Caroline Lint, who was the head of this small community of the dark ones, who called themselves the Sisters of Darkness, ran everything here.

She pulled away and put on her clothes, and I did the same, stealing glances at her like I needed to memorize her shape. We walked back together, side by side, our hands brushing now and then. That was when I saw them. Christabel and her sister stood at a distance, watching us with sharp eyes that missed nothing. I had no idea how they found us there, but I knew one thing for sure. Those girls were dangerous in ways most people did not see. Daphne grew quiet after that, her mood shifting like a cloud passing over the moon. I tried to talk to her, tried to make her laugh, but it did not last. “I will head to the pack house now,” I said gently. “Talk to me, Daphne, do not be like that.”

Daphne said crying. “I don't like crying girls,” Black said but Daphne didn't listen. She only cries out more. Black shit his eyes and rubs his forehead.