Daphne Du Maurier Novels & Stories

His entire body goes rigid in a way I recognize all too well. He's scenting something. Someone. I freeze. My own senses stretch outward, reaching past the damp stone and the rotting straw and the ever-present stench of my own fear. And then, There. Faint. Almost imperceptible. But unmistakable. Jasmine. Honey. Rain on dry earth. June. She's here. Somewhere close. Maybe at the top of the stairs, maybe just outside the dungeon door. But she's here, and she's close enough that both of us, her estranged husband and his imprisoned former mate can feel her presence like a blade between the ribs.

Tonight she will end everything with her own hands. She stood silently in front of Mathias' room. She could feel her heart beating erratically but at the same time, a different surge of excitement run through her system. As her hand grips around the hilt of the dagger that she is hiding behind her. Her eyes lit up as she reach for the handle of the door of Mathias' room. A lopsided smile formed on her lips as she push open the door to his room. Creaking ominously as she makes her way to the darkroom. Only the dim light from the sconces lit the room, the occasional luminescence from the lightning casts an ominous shadow in Mathias' chamber. Morrigan could hear his labored breathing from a dis

Turning to Magnus, she made a heartfelt plea for him to watch out for Ruth. “No-one deserves to be at the mercy of Princess Daphne’s malicious whims,” he agreed. “Do you know what she wanted me for? I had to accompany her on a trip to the cellar so she could help herself to some vintage wine on the pretext of checking the stocks for the housekeeper.” “She’s frightened of spiders,” Miriam said. “While I – I don’t like mice.” “You need not worry, Mia. I always check the hut for wildlife each night. The smaller kind,” he clarified.

Daphne whispered as the weird book opened and she held Max's hand. "Is she a witch?" Adam asked me quietly as we stepped back to give Daphne and Max space. "No I don't think so and she doesn't smell human but she smells familiar all floral like." I mused biting my lip. "Done." Daphne said stepping back as the girl looked at the vanished mark in disbelief before she spoke. "I am fairy and the cauldron is protected by a fairy ring." she whispered in a hoarse voice.

Amber Brown "Dylan ..." My eyes couldn't believe my eyes, this wasn't possible, why the hell, of all the fucking men in the world, did he have to be the one in that position in front of me? how many guys have I dated? Ten? Twenty? I can't even count, and just the relationship (it never became a relationship because we never made it official) that was the most troubled, with the most consequences and completely adverse situations, the one that had the most tragic ending is the one that's here, his evil smile making me suspicious of the conditions under which I got here.

She says a guy wants to see you Belinda: oh that must be Cadio, I called him. Guys I'll be right back She left and shut the door Mother: okay, Blue and Rainbow buckle up. I know where Prince Adrian is, he's at an island called Douglas on the waters of the Isle Of Man. We'll take you to Solway Firth now and you'll swim there and get him. Then we'll tackle down who his abductors are by ourselves. Understand? We all stared at her in surprise

Moving forward ahead of me he pushes the door to the Dining Hall open and pauses before saying, “Mate!” Looking at him in shock I look around to see who he is looking at. My heart is being crushed as I don’t see who he sees yet, and then I realize who it is. Louise. She is standing up looking at Drake, “Mate,” she says softly. Drake POV

It was not like there were no other maids available but Daphne had grown attached to Cecilia and Sarah during the past week, if she were to do this, she wanted them and them alone. Cecilia, not wanting to disappoint the future queen, promised she would make herself available immediately she was done with her current chore. "So…", Daphne began, "What did the book say?". Daphne being Daphne had skillfully ditched reading the boring, old and dusty book. The book was as old as werewolves themselves and she was not just ready for that sort of commitment, maybe later in life but now? No way! The book was just too thick. So, she had given it to Sarah and Cecilia, instructing them to only read the c

of disdainful reserve; tall, finely-formed with a lofty neck and regular yet somewhat uncommon features, greenish-blue unsparkling eyes, large perfect eyelids, brilliant complexion and a lavish heavy wealth of coppery golden hair." By 1851, she had become the primary model and muse of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and also his star pupil. In 1855, John Ruskin, the leading art critic of the Victorian era, purchased all her work, declaring it better than her male counterparts', and became her patron. In 1857, several of her paintings and illustrations appeared in the Pre-Raphaelite Exhibition at Fitzroy Square, Marylebone, where she was the only female artist. Dante and Elizabeth married in 1860. S

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.