Daphne Danmachi Novels & Stories

She needs a job to earn more money and that's her priority. She and Mae-ann left their meal to head to the office. Daphne afterward noticed a man as she was working. She appeared to recognize a famous person in her front. His physique is well-developed, and he is tall. Moreover, he bears a resemblance to actor Ruru Madrid. He looks pretty good in his lovely dress. Daphne approached to help him as he was choosing his first-class sneakers. He was wealthy, which made her feel ashamed. She greeted him with a smile and said, "Hello, Sir, have you made your choice of shoes yet?"

Her face was twisted, her expression sour, as if she’d just swallowed something rancid. A triumphant smile tugged at my lips. Yes, the woman they had kicked to the curb was now the powerful titan standing over their crumbling empire. Ryan’s hand reached out, moving as if in a trance to meet mine. Just as his fingers were about to touch my skin though, Daphne snapped. She lunged forward, grabbing his arm and yanking him back with a force that nearly made him stumble. "What are you doing, Ryan!" she hissed. She turned her venomous gaze toward me, her eyes filled with the same hatred they’d had when she forced me to drink the aborticide. .

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

He was the most dangerous man she would ever come across, and she didn't want to have anything to do with him. She was not the one he asked for. It was supposed to be Ophelia. Why were they doing this to her? What was she going to do? Who would fight for her? Adrian could do that, but he wasn't. Now that she thought about it, she realized also for the first time since one year of their marriage that he did not care about her just as she thought. Perhaps, he thought he was doing her a favor. He was, or wasn't he? Daphne had been a weak Omega wolf from birth and was bullied by so many people—not until she was married to Adrian who she believed came to save the day.

“My husband, Edward Zimmer, is not the man everyone believes himself to be. He himself has pushed forward the image that he is a saint who has only ever helped people. After all, he ran an orphanage, right? So he must be a good person.” Daphne lifts her head and looks straight at the camera, her eyes burning with determination. In an instant, her fear is gone and in its place is the spirit of the buried girl and woman who has been beat down and shoved around for year. Now, she’s looking for vengeance. And she’ll have it.

"It's not for me, I brought them also for a gift! Now can you put your big big big anaconda inside of me?" "Eh, who is that for?" "Oh my gosh, Treyton! Just fvck me rough and hard right now! Because otherwise-- Ooohhh..." he moaned suddenly as Treyton suddenly inserted his weapon. "Your filthy mouth is killing me!" He shouted. He moved over her. Daphne was clinging to the bed sheet because with each thrust she could feel its length all the way to her g-spot. She could not be disappointed by the size and quality of her husband's performance. And he won't really wonder why so many girls are crazy about Treyton.

Daphne’s POV I laid on the bed watching a movie as Andrew had advised, being too focused on the revenge plan isn’t good for my mental health. As much as I hated them, I didn’t want to lose myself to vengeance…I still wanted a portion of myself to be kept alive. The FL in the movie was an example of the sweet part…Daphne Lycanster was an example of a naive and sweet girl, that’s what Andrew wanted me to preserve.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her. "Bella!" I sigh at the sound of my name, tucking it into my pocket and rushing back to work. "Table six. The guy in the suit just got here," our coordinator says. I nod, knowing I'll have to attend to him until he leaves. I walk over with a practiced smile, but it fades as soon as I get to table six. He looks up, staring blankly at me, as if waiting for me to say my 'lines.' But I'm speechless, paralyzed by his dark eyes. He's overwhelmingly handsome.