Daphne Omori Novels & Stories

I shake out my hands next and start pacing back and forth. “You okay, Ophelia?” Daphne appears by my side, her phone in hand as always. She’s dressed in a t-shirt with my name printed across it and a pair of jeans, with a blazer thrown on over the ensemble. She reminds me of Carolanne, and I’ve dubbed her my older sister. She’s been so attentive, helpful, and even kind to me. I’ve cherished her advice and compassion, so I know I can share my anxieties. “I’m nervous as hell, Daph. I don’t need to be. I’ve been rehearsing for months and know nothing impedes me.”

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward. My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose. “Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.” I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.” She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out, “An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

"So what if he's an omega? He's popular in our pack because he's smart. Top of his class, to be precise. He also knows how to fight. The only thing he's lacking is money and family background." "Daphne, you shouldn't be praising him right now!" I hissed, running my fingers through my hair in agitation. "Fine, I promise I won't tell anyone. Now fix yourself because I have something to show you." I snapped my head towards her, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" She nodded towards the door, her expression serious. "Follow me." We slipped out of the club and into the shadows behind it. Just as we were about to make our way to the secluded area, a blonde girl with three others flanked behind her blo

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

But does kamur feel the same way? The sun was just setting when Dala left her house to go search out for Cara. She got dressed in a green silk gown, and put on the scent which smelt of lavender. It was part of the gifts she'd gotten when she got married to Kamur. Dala had just finished getting ready to step out when she ran into Kamur. He was mute and his gaze travelled from her head down to her toes, she saw something in those grey eyes of his, something she'd seen the day he had kissed her.

I lied, I didn't want her to find anything suspicious. Now I know who Daphne was, Daphne has been my friend since I was young, I first met her at the orphanage during a charity event the Mosiah held but we lost touch around 2022 when she went overseas to pursue her career. Daphne is a famous no nonsense journalist. I dialed Daphne's number and had a brief conversation with her. "Summer, cover up for me and I promise, I will be back just in time for the dinner party," I got up from the bed and got ready.

another added. Carmen stepped into the ornate carriage with a knowing smile, Ipu and Keila taking their seats beside her. In the original story, Lady Daphne was infamous for her harsh demeanor-never smiling, never greeting anyone, and always treating those around her like trash and with cruelty. Her sudden shift in behavior was bound to raise eyebrows and spark whispers. But this was precisely Carmen's first step toward reshaping Daphne's identity.

The morning was quick to pass and soon enough we were on our way to the witch. “I’ve got a feeling my future is going to be glamorous. Perhaps I’ll open a bakery and finally put my skills to use” she really should. Daphne was an amazing baker; she was always baking for the other pups in the orphanage. There was even a day last year when an omega had asked her to make some cakes for her pup’s birthday after our guardian told her of Daphne’s skills.

Unlike most female shifters with little to no hair, kept short and zero softness. Most Omegas are not that intelligent, only concerned with trivial things. They go for the first male who gives them the slightest bit of attention and has a big root. But Daphne… She’s got a fire. A fire my dragon needs, desperately. She’s not afraid of us, she actually stood up to us. We’d never been more turned on than when she got angry.

Weaving a sinuous line, even down to her hips, her lips parted in a smile as she encouraged Ruth to begin again. “Dance, Ruthie!” Daphne cried. The girl froze, staring with disbelief at her former mistress. Following her line of sight, Miriam’s heart lifted when she saw the man with the topknot kneeling beside her sister, so that she was between him and Orm, his grey eyes watching her every move. Hastily, she brought her hands down to waist height, conscious of his knowing grin. Why did he have the capacity still to disconcert her so, to throw her off balance?