Daphne Danmachi Novels & Stories

“Technically, you’re taking…Daphne.” I shake the wig out and toss off my cap, quickly stretching the lace netting with my fingers and settling it onto my head. That done, I sit up, quite prim and proper, and press my fingers delicately to my chest. “Hi,” I say, pitching my voice way too high, “my name’s Daphne, I’m a seamstress at Alpha Academy, and I like long walks on the beach and –“ Daphne bursts out laughing, giving me a shove. “That is so not me!”

Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me. “Hello.” She is breathing heavily, “what did I miss?” She stares around the party, mouth agape. “Damn, this is a lot, Devon. And is that Madeline Chan, the influencer with five hundred million on i*******m. Oh my goodness, I have to go say hi!” “Daphne, focus here. Barbara is going to arrive anytime soon.” I tell her, hoping she’s paying attention but she is not, her eyes are staring at the influencer from i*******m.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

Daphne! ***

Beautiful said with a smile on her face. "Gladly," Emma said, following her out of the room. They were both in an elevator going to Mr. Anderson's office when Mrs.Beautiful started talking "You can call me Daphne. I must warn you, answer his questions precisely, don't beat around the bush, he hates that. Trust me when I say he is a good man, You'll surely be considered if he likes you". Daphne said smiling. They both stepped out of the elevator when Daphne stopped by her desk. "This is my desk," Daphne said to Emma but she already knew that because there was a nameplate with her name Daphne Johnson written on it for everyone to see.

Chapter Forty-Five. “Yes, and may I know the beautiful name of my beautiful mate?” He gave her a polite smile and watched in fascination as she blushed. “Estelle, I’m Estelle, daughter of Alicia the second.” She said. Dante paused for a while, he hadn’t heard of that name before but anyway, he didn’t mind. “Want to come to my pack with me?” He asked, but she shook her head. “No, I can’t, I need to help Mother with the house chores. She’s sick and needs help.”

There was no fated mate bond between us, but there was a heavy, intoxicating pull that made me completely dizzy. The romantic rain washed over us, soaking my hair and dripping down his blood-smeared, perfect jaw, but neither of us moved. "Who..." his voice was a deep, rough gravel that vibrated right through my hands and straight down my spine. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into my skin as his eyes raked over my face, looking at me with total fascination. "Who the hell are you?" "Daphne ," I whispered, breathless, staring right back into his dangerous, gorgeous eyes. My heart was pounding furiously, trapped beneath his massive body. "And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, yo

her mother pleaded, trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Daphne! She can never be Daphne!” Phillip interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. “Dianna is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Daphne…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Daphne was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

Astonishing. "What's his name, this charming young man?" Mama teases, playfully pinching me. "Damon," "Damon? Sexy name," "Well . . . you can only imagine," "Mmhm, I really like where this is going. Did you sleep with him yet?" "Mama!"