Daphne X Harry Mga Nobela at Kwento

Of course given the day I have had, this has to be when Daphne decides to come in. Daphne looks right past Piper, walks up to me, and wraps her arms around my waist. “Hey, Baby. I’m all packed up. Are you done talking to Piper?” Piper looks at me with pure horror on her face. I can practically see her jaw hit the floor. F&&k. “Xander… Xander is… your mate?” “Yes, isn’t it great?” Daphne says in a sing-song voice. “I didn’t know that you two were best friends until he got here today.”

~DANE~ My screams echoed through the walls of my room as I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood. Surprises abounded tonight. Not only did I discover that Daphne had survived and was now posing as Sapphire, but her survival threatened to ruin everything I had meticulously planned. How could she still be alive? They had brought me news of her death, prompting me to mate with Alexa quickly. Now, she was back in the arms of the War Alpha, the man I compete with. He had it all: money, fame, and power. It felt like she was rubbing it in my face, making me question why I had rejected her.

She asks, bitterness lacing her tone, but she immediately bites down on her lower lip, a perpetual habit of hers, I’ve noticed, like she regrets snapping. Before she can apologize, Brayan’s voice comes from the passage connecting the living room with the other four rooms in the chalet. “Daddy, who is that?” When I turn to face him, Brayan is rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his palm, but it’s the gasp I hear from Daphne that causes me to turn back to her. “You are married?” She asks, her eyes shooting wide open to the point where her eyebrows almost touch her hairline.

She completely ignored Nathan's desperate cries for her to stay. She needed to find me immediately and give me a real, heartfelt apology. It was fine. After all, I loved her so much. I loved her enough to alter the entire course of my life and give up going abroad. She was certain that she could win me back. Comforted by her own logic, Daphne calmed down a little. The moment she reached the campus gates, she ran into a student council member who was handling the sign-out sheet for the hiking drill. She snatched the clipboard to look for my name. It was signed, but it wasn't my handwriting.

Roman added, pointing at us. “Thick?” Daphne inquired, looking puzzled. “Act crazy in love.” “No problem,” I said confidently, wrapping my arm around my mate. She smiled at me, and I leaned in closer to kiss her. “It won’t be an act,” I whispered, noticing her eyes widen as I winked at her. “Is it weird that I’m excited about this?” Ana inquired. “Yes,” we all replied in unison. Laughter filled the room, and we continued talking, relaxing, and agreeing on how things would unfold. Eventually, Daphne and I decided to retreat to our room for some much-needed alone time. I wrapped my arms around her as soon as I closed the door, pulling her closer.

I heard him say and cocked a brow, surely the cruel king did not just try to make a joke. A rather obvious one at that. My lips quivered as I fought against the urge to laugh at his humor, his gaze softened and before I knew it, he was lowering his lips to meet mine. Only this time, before he crashed them on mine he said something completely mortifying. "Be with me forever...my Daphne." He declared then pressed his lips on mine, seizing them in another passionate exchange. Only this time my body wasn't frozen in fear, but in complete shock! Simply because he had moaned the name, Daphne. But my name was Heather!

“See what happens when you cross a Marshall. You won’t like the consequences.” The air thickened with tension, and I held my breath, my body still aching, my mind racing. Daphne’s gaze darted between us, calculating, but then her expression hardened. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “This isn’t over, Alex,” she said, her voice sharp with promise. “Not by a long shot.” Before I could blink, she was gone, a blur of red hair and black leather vanishing into the darkness at vampire speed…

Not even her cute little hello, and theaving attempts of baked treats. Davorin completely abandoned the dough on seeing her expression and instinctively moved towards her, "Princess Sephora!" He had to repeat her name a few times, in his deep and raspy voice. Something standard in Raven Harpy males. This finally had her snap out of her concentration, causing her to snap at Davorin, "Just... Just go back to your lousy dough!"

His expression did not change when the secretary entered and whispered into Arthur’s ear. But Arthur looked toward the door. And waited. Daphne stepped inside. Conversation stopped. She wore a dark blue coat over a simple black dress. Her hair was still damp from the rain. No makeup concealed the fading mark on her cheek. Nora had wanted her to cover it. Daphne had refused. Let them see what their control looked like. Mason’s gaze swept over her, first with disbelief, then fury. “You left Harbourline,” he said. “Yes.” “You are supposed to be resting.”

Harry chimed in, “That’s not sharing. You’re a whole kidnapper, Alex” I couldn’t help but laugh. Larry and Harry’s energy and upbeat presence made me forget my sour mood from earlier. I wondered if all the members of the wrestling team were always this friendly and lively. “Where was I?” Harry asked and turned his attention to me, “My name is Harry Davenport” We shook hands and he smiled at me. He was very handsome in a childlike kind of way. He was definitely in his twenties but he looked nineteen. “Nice to meet you, Harry”