Daphne Omori Novels & Stories

“We need to be quick. You have a big night ahead of you.” Daphne forced a smile. “Of course.” She sat in front of the vanity as Britta began working. The blow-dryer hummed in the background as Britta expertly handled her curls. “You have beautiful hair,” she commented. “So thick and natural. It’s rare here.” “Thanks. Filipino genes,” Daphne replied softly. Britta’s eyes lit up. “Oh! That explains your skin tone. No wonder you look so exotic.” Exotic. Daphne wanted to cringe, but she held the smile. She had to be charming. Harmless. “Right.”

Yet Orvyn is left with me - the fat and unattractive one. If only I could turn back time, I’d not succumb to my wolf’s desires and have gone through with the divorce. Someone’s arrival pulls me away from my bitter thoughts, but makes my stomach knot again as a new anxiety fills me. “Your teacher is here,” Daphne announces. I gawk at the teacher, frozen in place as she extends her hand to me. Black straight hair, cat-like black eyes, button nose, small face… Oh my goodness! Lady Olivia?! What is she doing here?!

"Arthur told me to expect you." To Megan's uttermost surprise, the man looked to be in his late fifties; presumably the only one in the entire building who was. He was bald, African- she guessed West African from his accent- and quite muscularly sound for his age. He radiated power and authority just like Arthur did and for a second, the fear she had felt at the latter's sight came flooding back to her and she cowered a little. "Who are you?" she asked. "Dennis Ahmad," he replied, extending a handshake. "I'm the Director of UNCADTAR's paramilitary response's division. Or as I like to call it, Olympus."

Their hearts pounding loudly, everyone wanted to go near her but with a dagger, she’s holding on her neck might hurt her anytime. Morrigan’s a few feet near Fiachra’s statue that stands in the middle of the pool and also serves as a marker. When Morrigan felt that no one would dare come near her, she slowly let her dagger go, slowly sitting down by the edge of Fiachra’s statue and letting her silk robe slide down her shoulder. The servants watched her from the surface finally heaved a long deep breath as they watched the queen calm down. Watching her scoop the water and throw whatever her hand can get over her shoulders. Her hair is dancing around her as it stays afloat in the water. Morriga

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

he whispered in a deep, authoritative voice as he penetrated the deepest part of my womanhood. I couldn’t hold on anymore. I cried out loudly as I pushed my hips into his and my third orgasm surfaced. The sensation was powerful, unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body exploded into a million stars, and my stomach filled with butterflies as I melted into him, like a candle melting into its container. Was Dane my container? I pushed my thoughts away as Dane leaned in to capture my lips. His body tensed and moaned against my lips as his warmth filled me.

Emily announced. "Yeah I guess, well my name's Daphne, I was engaged to a man who was definitely my fiance and my dream husband. I was afraid when he suddenly developed cold feet about the marriage plans and when I confronted him about it, he had me locked in a cell, with my unborn child. You see when all this was happening I found out that he was the same person that wiped away my family along with his father who later got killed. He was cursed by the Moon goddess."

I exclaimed, right before she started to d******d the file. "All right, let's use your-" she came to a halt, her eyes widening as she looked over my hair.Her eyelashes started to wiggle out of nowhere, and she seemed shy. I narrowed my eyes, not understanding what was going on as she continued flipping her long hair in a flirty way, still staring at the top of my head. I slowly turned my head toward the open door and I was stunned. Daniel was standing there, holding a laptop in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. That explains why Linda was suddenly acting like that.