Daphne X Harry Novels & Stories

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?"

Alex dabbed her hand, pinned them above her head, his hip moved up and down, side to side as she scream for him to take her faster, Alex was close and he knew she too was, he kept pounding harder until they both came together, he let out a loud moan and kissed her lip. He pulled out and over to his side, " That was amazing, Daphne, we will do it again" he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, Alex picked his phone, made a transfer to her account, stood up and went into the bathroom. After shower he came out to meet an empty bedroom, Daphne was nowhere to be found. ***********

Harvey York calmly hung up the phone before putting three fingers up in front of Daphne Lee, telling her he only needed three minutes. “Three minutes? Daphne scoffed after seeing Harvey’s movements. “Do you think you can show off just because you have someone putting up a show with you?! “It’s useless! “We’ve seen country bumpkins like you before! We won’t be tricked by such lame party tricks!” “If you’re that confident, we should just wait it out,” replied Harvey calmly.

Finally, I heard footsteps which was followed by the sound of a key turned in the lock. And the door swung open. Xavier walked in and I forced myself to my feet, a heavy sigh of relief escaping my mouth. He had removed his tuxedo jacket, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked calm. But he wasn't alone. “Sarah had just one job—” he was muttering under his breath. Daphne stepped in behind him. She was still wearing that floral silk dress, her hand resting proudly on her pregnant belly. She looked at me, and a slow, cruel smile spread across her face.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

Harry feels his cheeks blush with her confession "Oh Harry" Diane remembers everything she has planned with her boyfriend to end Harry and her stomach immediately twists as does her heart, truly even though he was cold sentimentally and an ogre by default, Harry didn't deserve to be hurt by her and Joshua, let alone consummate what they were thinking. "Harry I think we should both just stick to the contract" she turns her back to him and looking to she feels her eyes fade and a huge stream of tears begin to fall, she felt something inside her was burning, and she was also liking Harry and that really scared her, and not because of him, but because of what Joshua could do against her, she no

I couldn’t talk as I was trying to catch my breath while tears splashed on the floor. “It’s not hers,” Simon helped me out. He huffed sitting on the desk crossing his arms. “Can someone tell me what the fuck happened?” Dimitri was getting pissed now. “Attacked me.” I pushed out. “What? Who? Harper what the fuck is going on?” “She was doing a private dance, a guy attacked her, tried to stick his dick in her mouth and she bit it. Basics Harper?” Simon asked. I nodded sobbing harder. Dimitri grabbed my head and pulled it to his chest.

"So you're just gonna keep stringing him along?" She took a slow sip, laughed. "Marriage? Please. I'm still young. Spending forever with him? Total waste." "I think you're pushing it." Daphne didn't flinch. She leaned into that guy and whispered in his ear, "Ryan, you didn't hear a thing, got it? Let's actually have some fun tonight." Watching from the doorway, my head spun. My chest felt like it was getting crushed. The bitterness? It nearly choked me.

Harry had left town two days earlier, telling Elena he needed to “settle some matters at the Dubois Lounge,” a vague explanation that carried more shadows than clarity. He didn’t elaborate, and Elena, lost in her own grief and the confusion of her feelings toward him, didn’t push. But Harry had not gone to the city for business, not the kind Elena imagined. The moment he saw Don standing at her father’s funeral, smirking with that quiet dominance that made Elena shrink into herself, something ignited inside him. It wasn’t just protectiveness; it was fury.