Daphne X Harry Novels & Stories

And in stepped in… Daphne! Her shoes banged against the floor like gunshots. Her eyes locked on mine, breaking up in a smile, I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.Daphne was dressed in skimpy shorts and a black singlet. Her hair was propped back in a ponytail, and she was on a set of Adidas sneakers. she stopped near the foot of the bed, hands on her hips like she was the queen of the freaking empire. She flashed Xavier a grin that was way too familiar. “Rise up and shine!!,”

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.

Here’s Chapter 7, focusing mainly on Harper and Damian’s marriage, with a balance of dialogue and description, simple billionaire-romance style, and ending on a cliffhanger. Chapter 7 Damian The penthouse felt unusually quiet after the news broadcast. Harper stood near the window, staring at the city lights. Her phone was still in her hand. The picture of her mother and my father had shaken both of us. But right now, I was thinking about something else.

Standing and stretching my sore muscles I head down to the kitchen to grab a quick snack before going in search of my mate. I am stopped dead at the sight before me in the kitchen. Daphne is still in work out clothes, sitting on the bar absently munching an apple, as she looks over some papers. I can not help my wandering eyes as I look at the perfect backside of my mate. The curve of her neck, across her shoulders, the dip in her back, right to where her pleasant peach bottom is perched on the counter. She turned when a low growl erupted from my lips.

Then he gave a short nod. “Daisy,” he began, opening his eyes again. “This is Harry, my friend.” His voice was flat. “Harry, this is my girlfriend, Daisy.” “Best friend,” Harry added with a cheeky grin. “His best friend. Nice to finally meet you, Daisy.” “Harry,” Jaxon snapped. “Now is not the time.” Harry let out a sigh and gave Jaxon a long look. “I’ll wait for you in the parking lot, then.”

He closed his eyes and cursed softly before for the second time that evening proceeding to count his numbers to avoid spotting a hard on for his mate that hated him to her bones. Slowly his harshed breathing calmed down and he slipped into sleep world. ***** Daphne’s POV I stirred with a smile plastered on my face… the thought that I had him as my driver was a sign that my plans were working. I needed to put them in a tight spot, I had the best dream of my life to back it up. They were all dressed in partially nothing and were crawling towards me…I shivered as the feeling of dominating these dominant and proud peacocks pleased me.

To my friends, he gave a curt nod and walked out of the hospital. ~YOLANDA~ I sat in front of my dresser, combing my hair in front of the mirror. I had finished my hair care routine that always left my blonde hair luscious and healthy. Yasmine was on my bed, lying casually and watching p**n at a loud volume. “Brian texted me and told me Professor Blowfish came in to heal Daphne. Gosh, I’m so pissed! I wish she would suffer in pain,” I spat, running a comb through my hair.

Daphne flinched as if she had been hit, unbelief flashing through her features as tears gathered in her eyes. “No. No, you can't do that….” “I, Lukas Hawthorne, Alpha of Night Howl pack, reject you, Daphne Fox, as my mate” She glared at me, her jaw tightly clenched. “I, Daphne Fox, do not accept your rejection” she spat. I didn't see that coming. “Why the fuck did you do that?” My voice came out harder than I intended. “When you finally realize that little relationship of yours will lead nowhere, you know where to find me” she said and walked away without so much as a backward glance.