Daphne Blake Sisters Novels & Stories

“She tried to screw me over. She wanted to break Lilah and I. She is lucky that she is still alive. Now if you would excuse me. I need to go and see if it really is Sophie.” Making my way down to the gates, I see Linc with Daphne. Daphne is arguing with someone, calling them a bitch and every other name under the sun. As I turn the corner, I see another female. Her dark hair was catching the sun, her green eyes, bright. “What the hell is going on?” “This is Sophie.” Daphne clenches her jaw. “My sister.” “You are Grant’s mate?” “That’s me. I got Lincs message.”

The swell of her breasts strained subtly against the fabric, firm and full, making it far too easy to imagine how they’d feel filling my hands again—warm, yielding, perfect. Her lips parted slightly when she saw me looking, pink gloss catching the light. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she finally said, “Alexander, my sister Daphne is here today and would like to greet you.” I shifted my gaze lazily to the woman beside her. Daphne—typical Morgan features, though her posture was all nerves and forced smiles. She stepped forward, bowing slightly. “There’s something I need your help with,” Daphne said, her voice rehearsed but trembling underneath. “Would you mind stepping aside for a mo

Daphne's eyes narrowed in shock, her brows raised in disbelief, before she firmly said, "Then you just lost yourself a partner." "The SPARK designer is already revealed, Daphne; we can just approach her if we want, and you'll be the one to lose out," Bella said, stepping in. Daphne laughed mockingly, "You think she'll work with you? Everyone knows she only works with Delicate Stitches; anyway, good luck with that." "Oh really?" Ava asked, an amused expression on her face, the words dropping out of her lips before she could think it through. Everyone turned to look at her. "Oops, sorry," she said.

I could see the irritation on Daphne's face, but she quickly changed her expression to something more appropriate. "Sister, is that you? I missed you. I thought we would never see you again. I am glad that you are back. Yehey! I finally have a sister," Daphne exclaimed, approaching them and hugging me. From a distance, it may have seemed like a joyous occasion, but Lily knew it was all fake. She had experienced Daphne's true nature before. A green lotus bitch! Deceptive and manipulative.

Then Daphne looked at me, eyes serious. “Can I meet her?” I stilled. She added quickly, “I know things are private, but if this is really happening... if she’s going to be my sister-in-law, I want to meet her. Just once. Let me see for myself who she is.” I weighed the request. Daphne could read people in minutes. She had instincts like our father. If I let her get too close, she might see right through the whole operation. But if I denied her, she’d only push harder.

Dylan nodded in agreement with what Lily said. "Ahh that's right, I just gave something to cutie hehe I'm leaving, good afternoon again," Lily said incoherently as she left. I even secretly laughed because I saw her turn around again and simply wave at me. ▼△▼△▼△▼△ "Gab and Lily are siblings," I said while spooning rice for his plate, because my plate was already full. "Who?" "Lily, she's Gab's sister and I just found out today," I explained to Dylan.

Good. "The woman you saw was my sister." Daphne, my sister is a model. She travels around and unfortunately missed our wedding, but she was having a shoot in Paris, so I suggested we meet at the restaurant because I haven't seen her for a while and I wanted to make sure she was still alive and hearty. "Daphne?" "You know her?" "Seen pictures online." Her eyebrows pinch together. "You kiss your sister?" I hold in an eye roll. "It was a peck," I correct dryly.

In Agatha's measured words, a fragile lifeline shimmered within the woven intricacies of our perilous scheme. The following night, under the watchful eyes of a crescent moon, Daphne stood before us, her youthful face alighted with a mixture of thrill and trepidation. Agatha's incantations wove around her, ethereal tendrils snaking about her form, rendering her nearly invisible. I gazed at her, a glimmer of sisterhood pride warming my chest. This was our only chance, and Daphne was our unsung hero.

A strangled sound escaped her throat. “And then who is this?” her father demanded, his voice shaking with restrained fury. His finger jabbed in my direction, his eyes sharp with betrayal. “Who is she?” I flinched. The question was a dagger, twisting deep inside me. Oliver’s hand tightened around mine, as if shielding me. “This is Daphne,” he said finally. His voice was steady again, though heavy with weight. “Daisy’s twin sister.” The words hung in the air, thick, electric, irreparable.

The silence stretched awkwardly between them and she took a deep breath, forcing her voice to be cheery to try and get them out of the uncomfortable quiet. “You didn't see how busy Blade was just now! He looks so reliable, but he's so clumsy with his wife...” Arthur nodded stiffly. Daphne gasped, “Did you know that they aren’t mates?” Arthur looked at her, “Really?” A bit of relief filled her. At least if he was speaking to her it didn’t feel so awkward. She nodded, “After Mamie's mate died, Blade took care of her, and then they got together...”