Daphne X Velma Novels & Stories

Dante woke up to the sound of knocking. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room and saw Raffael standing at the door. “Boss, we’ve caught Andrea,” he said. Dante nodded his head, and Raffael closed the door. Dante moved and realised that he was still inside Daphnée. He brushed her hair back and moved in between her legs and started thrusting as he shoved his face between her breasts that smelled of sweat. Daphnée woke. Her body was exhausted. She didn’t know how long they did it a few hours before and now again?

“It’s just that I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman mistaking herself for the main character, and I had to investigate.” Max pressed his lips together, clearly biting back a grin. Suzi’s eyes widened. Veronica’s posture stiffened. “And you are?” “Someone with taste,” Daphne said smoothly, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “And functioning depth perception. Which is how I know Max isn’t into cardboard cutouts in designer heels anymore.” Max let out a short breath—could’ve been a laugh. Could’ve been pride. Veronica narrowed her eyes. “This is between me and him.”

“I’m going to let you play the hero card. Someone tried to kill Delfina this morning. We’re on our way to the medical clinic just outside of Beckinsale. Get mom and Carma in the chopper. Carma is distraught. Comfort her.” “What happened to Delfina?” “I believe it may have to do with the Vellucci daughter who keeps tossing my name around like it entitles her to be more than what she is.” “A slut, whore, liar, cheat, airhead, egomaniacal twat?” Furio didn’t miss the way Caprice’s lips twisted as she heard Valente in the quiet of the car.

Again, she went there and brought my mother in her pitiful attempt to attack me. Gosh, I never loathed anyone more than her. Daphne Hale was trash in human form, and she kept reminding me of that over and over with her words and actions. I sat on the chair and unlaced my heels. Next, I focused on removing the jewelry, following my hair. There was no need to pay attention to this woman when she was being a bitch. “By the way, how is your producer doing? Did you guys kiss yet?” Daphne asked.

Daphne I should have known something was wrong the second the room started spinning without me. One minute I'm laughing at something my boyfriend Silas says, my second vodka soda sweating in my hand, and the next the whole club tips sideways like the floor forgot how to hold itself flat. "Are you okay, Daph?" he asks, slinging his arm around my shoulder. "I don't think so..." The words come out slurred. "Something is wrong." "Why don't you have one more shot. It's your birthday. I know you're a lightweight but I'm here. And if you get high, I'll take care of you."

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!!,”

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

~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.

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

"Don't, Daphne." My instincts told me Daphne saw Felix as her territory. I followed him into his office, leaving her fuming. Moments later, Daphne was on the phone. "Ms. Moore? It’s Daphne. Remember me from the Rite? I found her. Sierra Vaughn is at a scrap-studio downtown." Candace Moore, who had been brooding in her penthouse, sat up. "Give me the coordinates." The next day, my peace was shattered. The door chimes rang, and in walked Veronica Hale and Candace Moore.