Daphne Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

She swept back his charcoal colored black hair and kissed his forehead, causing him to lift his head up to gaze into her light brown orbs. "Toffee", Shiv rasped out, a smirk taking over his handsome features. "This is just the beginning", HADES glorious eyes were so dark that PERSEPHONE forgot to breathe. .... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

“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.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

“Go on. I’ll handle the heavy stuff.” Daphne moved deeper into the hall, picking up her usual essentials. She grabbed a few loaves of bread, some crisp apples, and the leafy green vegetables Sadie insisted she eat for the babies. Everything felt remarkably normal, until it wasn't. She looked up at the exact wrong moment, her eyes landing on a woman stacking medicine packets behind a supply counter. A human, just like her. Dark wavy hair falling around her shoulders, revealing a face Daphne could never forget.

I stood there, helpless, as they worked around him. “Please step outside,” someone said, guiding me toward the door. I barely felt it, I barely heard it. My mind was still stuck on his words. The door closed in front of me and just like that—I was alone again only this time…It wasn’t just heartbreak waiting for me on the other side. It was something far more dangerous because somewhere out there… Someone had just learned—Daphne Harper existed.

CHAPTER ONE !! Beware this is a Lesbian love!! Elise Moreau had tutored dozens of college-bound students over the years, yet none lingered in her thoughts the way Daphne Harlow did. The girl possessed a sharp mind that sparkled whenever she focused, but focus came rarely. More often, Daphne sat with her pen idle, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her gaze drifting in ways that made Elise’s skin prickle with awareness she refused to name.

Harries was a no go area, I would only suffice to her if we were in code red. We turned and walked in the direction of my office. “Lei…. Miss Daphne, what can you find about her?” I inquired on our way to the office. “I did some research before her coming.” He handed me his tablet and I took a look at it. She has dirty brown hair, tied up into a ponytail as she rode a horse. She handled her reins well like Ike that had mastered it from childhood. I swiped and I saw another picture of her with her parents in Manchester.

In the center, flanked by two of my men and bound at the wrists, stood Daphne. Even chained up, she stood tall like she has done nothing wrong. Her chin was lifted, her expression proud, though her appearance betrayed her—hair tangled, clothes were simple, face smeared with mascara. She barely looked like a Luna she had once pretended to be and more like a desperate wolf clinging to illusions of power. My wolf snarled inside me at the sight of her, demanding retribution. But I forced him to calm down, keeping my steps confident and measured as I advanced.

The room was as usual silent but what made her freeze was the sight in the room. A pale white girl was standing whose wavy hair was cascading to her hips. She was wearing a beige-colored knee-length frock. There was no makeup or any single element on her body to make her special. Yet she was looking like a daydream in front of her. Perfectly crafted by the creator to make half of the male gang fall head over heels. She was not exactly beautiful but something different with her brown doe-like eyes, slender legs, and pink lips.