Daphne X Harry Novels & Stories

Sasha asked holding her head. "Prove it." Danny asked raising an eyebrow "Daphne went to the club with no underwear on in a skimpy dress and was dancing with another male, when Max entered knowing already she was his mate." Sasha repeated the confession Daphne had made to us. Max had an awkward blush on his face

I follow her gaze to see him slouched on a seat alone, nursing a bottle of whatever that is, his hair is framed across his face, making him look like someone who hasn’t had proper sleep in days. “I’ll go check on him.” Arya says, slipping out of my hands. My body instantly goes cold the moment I am not holding her anymore, sighing, I watch as she saunters over to his side and seats in the chair facing him. His face brightens up a little as he talks to Arya; of course, my Arya has that kind of effect on everybody. The door opens and Daphne works in, cheeks flushed from the cold. Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me.

Hermes thought his legs were going to give out when she suddenly stood up with a smile. "You were right; I needed a closer look," Daphne said. Hermes couldn't take it anymore. He lifted her so she would wrap her legs around him. "Enough playing." He said as he put her back against the wall and slammed into her. Daphne held onto him tightly as he thrust into her repeatedly. Her eyes rolled back in her head; it was even better than she had expected. Without thinking, her canines extended, and she bit into his neck. Hermes' legs buckled from the intense sparks. When she pulled her head back, he chuckled.

Offering an apologetic smile, Daphne remarked, "I'll need to wash the chocolate off my hair. Regrettably, I won't be able to make coffee for you." Edgar’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I do not want to visit your apartment just because of coffee.Speaking of your hair,could you allow me assist you in drying it,please?” Daphne found no reason to decline. She had been involved with Edgar for several dates, their connection deepening with each passing encounter. So she saw no reason not to invite him into her apartment. With a smile adorning her face, she replied, "Then I'll wash my hair after brewing the coffee."

Moments later… Daisy walks into the classic restaurant, she holds her handbag in her left hand containing the Marriage contract. Stepping into the restaurant, a waitress directed her to a private lounge, Seth had almost read her mind and booked them a private meeting place. "Wow, you look stunningly beautiful." Seth Nathaniel said as he hugged Daisy Hunter. The scent of her cologne was intoxicating, a familiar aroma that always brought a sense of comfort and warmth. Daisy smiled at Seth's compliment, her heart heavy with the weight of what she needed to discuss.

She couldn't deal with this right now,there was only so much one person could take in a day. “Oh no, you didn’t!” Leo muttered through gritted teeth as his hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Daphne’s long, beautiful brown hair. "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and fury. She clawed at his hand, trying to pry herself free, but Leo was too strong, too angry. He yanked harder, pulling her back toward the door. Daphne stumbled, trying to gain her balance, but before she could react, his hand came down hard across her face. The sting was immediate, her cheek burning as the force of the slap knocked her off balance.

I asserted. Paul raised an eyebrow staring at me, “Are you jealous? You are acting like a frustrated lover who is trying so hard to win his first love.” “Fuck you, Paul! Daphne is my mate and not just my lover! This proves that my instincts were right, Debby Han is Daphne!” I declared. My heartbeat accelerated at the thought of reuniting with Daphne. “Something doesn't feel right about everything, Man! That night at the Lounge Daphne kept asking me some questions. Intentionally I refused to give any of it a serious thought, however knowing that it was not a dream is scary!“

—DAPHNE: Bad decisions were dangerous things, they never arrived all at once. They slipped quietly beneath your skin, spreading slowly until they became impossible to separate from your blood. And standing this close to Alpha Bellamy, with his breath mingling with mine and his chest brushing against my body beneath the water, I knew with terrifying certainty that I was about to make one. “What now?” he asked softly. The roughness in his voice sent warmth curling through me so intensely I nearly purred. Instead, I smirked and forced myself to move away from him before my self-control completely shattered.

There was no fated mate bond between us, but there was a heavy, intoxicating pull that made me completely dizzy. The romantic rain washed over us, soaking my hair and dripping down his blood-smeared, perfect jaw, but neither of us moved. "Who..." his voice was a deep, rough gravel that vibrated right through my hands and straight down my spine. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into my skin as his eyes raked over my face, looking at me with total fascination. "Who the hell are you?" "Daphne ," I whispered, breathless, staring right back into his dangerous, gorgeous eyes. My heart was pounding furiously, trapped beneath his massive body. "And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, yo