Daphne X Velma Novels & Stories

It was rehearsed. Possessive. A performance we both knew too well. At one point, I excused myself to breathe and found Daphne waiting with a glass of champagne. “You’re doing amazing,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine. I gave a tired smile. “Am I?” She nodded, though her expression was painful. “Better than I ever could.” For a second, we just stood there two girls who used to dream about weddings, now watching one unfold like a royal show neither of us quite believed in.

Chantelle just nods and smiles, trying to act natural. Delcan takes a sip of his coffee, and then says, "You know, I never properly introduced myself the other night. My name is Delcan." Chantelle smiles and says, "It's nice to meet you, Delcan. I'm Chantelle." Just then, a customer walks in and approaches the counter. "Sorry, I have to get back to work," Chantelle says apologetically. Delcan nods and says, "No problem. I understand. It was nice to meet you." Then he takes another sip of his coffee and starts to walk out of the coffee shop. As he passes by the counter, he says, "Have a great day, Chantelle." She smiles and says, "You too, Delcan." As Delcan leaves the coffee shop, he thinks

But his silence was sad, crushing whatever hope I had left. " Five..." Damon’s voice was laced with amusement. He was enjoying this, watching me break, watching Alex falter. Then, out of nowhere, a figure crashed into Damon, sending him across the floor. It was Phantom, the final member of the Prime Order. Damon hit the ground hard, clearly caught off guard. Phantom’s entrance was so sudden that even the shadows Damon controlled flickered for a moment, losing their form. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun without me,” Phantom said.

Daphne's eyes narrowed in shock, her brows raised in disbelief, before she firmly said, "Then you just lost yourself a partner." "The SPARK designer is already revealed, Daphne; we can just approach her if we want, and you'll be the one to lose out," Bella said, stepping in. Daphne laughed mockingly, "You think she'll work with you? Everyone knows she only works with Delicate Stitches; anyway, good luck with that." "Oh really?" Ava asked, an amused expression on her face, the words dropping out of her lips before she could think it through. Everyone turned to look at her. "Oops, sorry," she said.