Daphne Vs Zarkos Novels & Stories

The kiss was intense, a mixture of desire, frustration, and power. Breaking the kiss, Daphne's voice was charged with determination. "I must return to the palace and reclaim my rightful position. I'll figure out a way to deal with that witch later. For now, I need to channel this anger into proving to Ragnar that I've truly changed," she declared, her gaze locked onto Dara's face. Dara had always been aware that Daphne engaged with both males and females, but she hadn't anticipated being on the receiving end of her actions. Her experiences had only involved men before, and she found herself taken aback by the intensity of Daphne's desire.

Zachary decided to ditch Malcolm to deal with Daphne, who had plagiarized his mother's work and stolen his good-for-nothing father. "Alright. Remember to find me after you use the restroom," Malcolm called after him. However, Zachary didn't respond. Once he was sure Malcolm couldn't see him, he weaved through the crowd. Not far away, Daphne was growing anxious as Xavier hadn't shown up yet. She wanted to go look for him, but a small figure darted up to her and hugged her. "Ma'am, are you that popular actress on TV?"

She felt embarrassed for the woman, who seemed to be getting jealous but was trying to hold back for Lance’s sake. “Oh, really? Happy birthday, then! Too bad I didn’t bring you a gift,” Lance said. “Oh, come on, that’s fine with me,” Zyra replied, then looked at the woman with Lance, signaling that she really wanted to know who she was. “Oh, guys, this is Daphne,” Lance introduced her. “She’s a friend of mine.” “A friend? I thought we had something. I mean, you kissed—” Daphne started to say but was quickly cut off by Lance.

I pressed, voice trembling, “when you spent every chance proving I didn’t deserve to be your friend, you even told your friends you regret having a pathetic omega like me as a sister, we were way too different to be friends,” “You’re right we could never be friends.” Her chest rose and fell. “You’re not my friend, Rosalia. You’re my nemesis. The one I was born to fight. And our story—” her voice dropped, “—won’t end until one of us dies.” I stared Daphne down, there was no changing her mind, I was wasting my time. “If that's what you want then I'll fight you,” Her lips curved into that cruel smile I’d seen too many times to count. “Good,” she hissed. “Because I’m going to enjoy tearing you a