Daphne Omori Novels & Stories

As she tried to suck in deep breaths so that she would get the courage to open the kitchen door and step inside, she froze as something caught her attention in the far corner. Turning a bit so that they wouldn't catch sight of her, she managed to make out the features of Alpha Damien and his girlfriend, Elle, sitting at the dining table and having dinner. They were chatting loudly and because of that, were not aware of her presence in front of the kitchen. Elle was beautiful, but had a heart of stone, so Ariel always made it a point to stay out of her way.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

She didn't need to impress anyone. "What do you think?" She asked Pilpo's reflection. Pilpo thought her alpha looked great in everything. Omegas like her didn't have the luxury to choose outfits. "You look good in everything alpha." She responded, timidly gazing to the floor when Daphne gave her pointed look. "I mean, we don't know what it's like to change into different outfits. We are just omegas…" Daphne rolled her eyes to the moon goddess. "I'll be changing such a belief when I come back. Maybe we could go shopping or something."

Three Days Later Daphne stood at the National Gallery. Hair pinned in soft curls, her green eyes masked behind a veil of dark lashes. Her floor-length black gown hugged her in all the right places, a masterpiece of elegance and misdirection. No one would look at her and think killer. But the blade hidden in her thigh holster didn’t care what they thought. She moved through the crowd, champagne flute in hand, like she belonged. Every sense was alert. Her target, Viktor Petrov, hadn’t arrived yet. She had time to prepare. Time to breathe.

Prince Roderick inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. Daphne brushed a strand of her obsidian hair behind her ear, a delicate smile playing on her lush lips. "Actually, you have nothing to worry about. I came to check on your well-being, with your brother who is also now absent." she replied, her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, sparkling with genuine concern.

"See... I told you the Queen is on our side and that we can trust her." "We simply needed a brief rest, My Queen," the other woman pleaded, her voice filled with sincerity. "Our feet ache from walking out to the orchards in search of ripe oranges." “You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Visenya assured. “I’m just like you, enslaved here until I wither away... and you can call me Visenya. I’m not a Queen anymore.” “You’ll always be a Queen in our eyes,” the woman replied, producing a small smile from Visenya. “My name is Daphne, and this is Grace. It’s a pleasure to officially meet you. Emi tells us all the time how kind and wonderful you are.”

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.

“But maybe he finds her…beautiful.” I cannot forget how she looked in my bed during that night. Every inch of her body, every sides of her–I have explored it all and I wished I could stay that way. Her lilac eyes… ohh the tears that was on the corner of those beautiful gazes… one could never imagine who many days she spent in my head, living rent-free. “Beautiful?” My mother scoffed. “There’s no such thing as a beautiful omega. They’re good for menial work, not for companionship—let alone for bearing children of rank.” Her voice dripped with disdain as she thought about the omegas serving within the manor.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.