Daphne X Harry Novels & Stories

Simon declared as he drove. "Tell me you do not like the punishment," Daphne demanded. Simon kept mute but pouted and kept on driving. I was not sure that I wanted to know what they were taking about. I noticed a small smile on Dwayne's face. He knew what was going on. I would later come to learn just how odd the couple were. Daphne had a blood red hair that reached her shoulder and round face. She was thick and tall but in a curvy way. Even sitting, she almost towered over every one. Simon was skinny and tall with dark blond hair that he cut low.

Harper wiped a tear from her own face and hugged me tightly. “Why are you crying, silly girl?” I asked softly. “I’m so happy, Daphne,” she said, her voice catching. “You’ve gone through so much in this pack. You’ve been pushed down, judged, almost lost everything, and now…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with emotion. She held me closer. “I’ve always been your number one fan, Daphne. I always will be,” she whispered. I laughed softly and hugged her back. “I know, Harper. You’re my second love after Theo, obviously,” I teased, making her giggle. The other ladies laughed along, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased.

I replied, just then, Daphne walked down the staircase and towards us. “Oh Wow, you’re here, Hi Harper,” she greeted with a tight lipped smile, I won’t lie that I wasn’t surprised, she didn’t pass to me as someone who could actually smile, but I guess I probably didn’t just get to know her outside of work setting. “Hi Daphne,” I greeted in reply with a small smile also and we all settled down around the dinning to eat, Damon finally let go of my hands, pulled out a chair for me and made me sit before pushing it back in a little, through the corner of my eyes I could see his mother and sister exchange suspicious glances but it would be so weird to look at them. Damon slowly pulled out his cha

Always. At some point in the evening, as Harvey was drawn into business discussions, Daphne stepped outside to the open-air balcony, letting the cool breeze brush against her skin. She hadn't intended to stay long—only to breathe, to gather herself—but the moment she turned, her steps halted. Standing there, on the balcony, was the one person she least wanted to see. Luke. She was momentarily stunned. "What are you doing here?"

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"

“You’re erasing my name.” Daphne finally met his eyes fully. “No,” she said softly. “I’m correcting a mistake.” The room went dead silent. Vincent looked humiliated. Destroyed. And for the first time— Daphne felt nothing watching him fall apart. No grief. No hesitation. Nothing. The realization unsettled her more than she expected. Then the doors burst open. Reporters flooded the hallway outside security barriers. Questions turned vicious immediately. “Miss Harper, did your relationship with Brian Adrian begin before your marriage collapsed?”

When Chase turned to leave, she blurted out, “What’s so good about Harper? We’re cousins and look a bit alike, right? Besides, her past is full of scandals. That recording you heard? When she talked with Carissa, she said clearly she doesn’t like you. She’s only with you for the Gallagher family’s wealth…” “Shut your mouth!” Chase clenched his fists, shouting with fury, his back radiating menace. Phoebe paled instantly, too scared to speak further. Seeing Chase about to return, Harper hurried into the living room first. Only Daryl remained inside. He sat on the sofa, sipping tea. Spotting Harper approaching, a sly glint appeared in his eyes. He flirtatiously patted the seat beside him. “Come

Daphne was never a fan of them. The person standing in front of me was so different from her but still, a man could only hope. Her scent, her face but when I stare at her eyes, all of my high hopes crashed. Her eyes weren't Hazel, instead they were honey brown with sparks of black in them. “What are you doing here?” I stood erect, demanding to know. She straddled around, her cleavages out to me as she bent over seductively, my eyes purred over her boobs. They weren't looking bad, just the perfect size that would fit in my palm.

“Ladies and gentlemen. On behalf of the Leader of the Red Moon Pack, Alpha Jordan. It’s our honor to have you, and thank you for coming to the Alpha’s birthday celebration. The Alpha sincerely appreciates and welcomes all of you. Please enjoy the party.” The audience applauded and cheered for him before he walked down the podium. My eyes lit up, the moment I saw the dazzling figure of Daphne as she walked into the hall. She looked exceptionally beautiful. Necks turned as she walked in. Her shiny hair was made into a crown braid-looking so graceful. “It is said that during the Alpha’s birthday, you could get your mate too.” One of the guests told the other. “Really? I can’t wait to find my ma

Chapter 04. A JOURNEY BACK HOME. Daphne's POV. I gasped, breathing heavily. I glanced at my hands, and then to the clothes I was putting on. There were a few bruises on my hands, and blood stains on the brown knee-length jacket that I was putting on. I blinked my eyes rapidly in confusing as I stared at my palms, something wasn't right. As I turned to the side mirror, my heart sank. I was seeing a different face on the side mirror: purple hair, brown eyes, and a nose ring.