Daphne X Velma Novels & Stories

"Who knows, maybe the universe is trying to tell you something. Maybe Allen is your significant other." Daphne's response was immediate and emphatic. "Trust me, this guy is terrible! He's a total ass. And if, by some crazy chance, he was meant to be my significant other, I'd rather remain a spinster till I die!" She declared, stripping off her clothes as she headed into the shower, still grumbling to herself about her unpleasant encounter with Allen. As the evening drew to a close, Sophia and the girls finished packing for their sleepover, excitement building for the fun night ahead. Meanwhile, Aiden's mother and grandmother still had a few last-minute preparations to take care of.

I gave a small nod and let her do the talking. "Just so you know, Daphne and Martin have been dating for a year, and Caroline knows all about it. In the past few months, she's been having an affair with Martin, and Daphne caught it and left Martin for Caroline to pick up. You like picking up rubbish, don't you, Caroline?" Sherley kicked Caroline's leg. She laughed as she played with her curls. "If you don't believe me, just ask our division. They know that Daphne and Martin are lovers because Daphne once brought Martin in for work. "

“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?”

Close enough that her lips almost brushed my ear. "No one," I said. "Liar." "Professionally." Her breath ghosted across my throat. "Tell me anyway." I should have made something up. A distraction. A deflection. That was what Daphne Vega did — she told people what they wanted to hear and left before they realized they'd been talking to a ghost. But Celeste's hand was warm on my waist, and the chandeliers were too bright, and somewhere in Monaco, Adrian was dismantling her company one stolen file at a time.

His story is also more or less the same. "That slap opened the door of hell for me because that blow wounded his ego more than anything and just like that he became the devil of my life bringing turmoil in my peaceful life" Xaphan was shocked looking at the way destiny has played with him. All these years he was trying to run away from his past, trying to forget the girl for whom he was so much obsessed. Now the destiny made him meet the girl who not only looks like Elena but also shares the same past. She is standing at the point where he left Elena, broken and depressed.

The next morning, the moment I walked out of my dorm building, I ran straight into a bloodshot-eyed Daphne. "Babe, I'm so sorry… How are the scrapes on your hands? Let me put some medicine on them." She reached out, trying to forcefully pull me into a hug, but I took a step back and left her clutching thin air. "We're broken up. Keep your hands to yourself, and stop calling me that." "No, you're just speaking out of anger." Daphne panicked for a split second, stubbornly correcting me. "I know you. You just have a massive jealous streak. You're just jealous! It was my fault. I promise I'll keep my distance from other guys from now on. I won't make you sad anymore."

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.

Daphne looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. “I am sorry Caleb, but I am not ready.” Daphne uses her small hands to push me back as she quickly hops off the counter and grabs her papers before dashing out of the kitchen. The way she took off were as if the hounds of hell were nipping at her heals.

“But before that, she’ll try to break me. Let her come. Let her try. It's going to hurt and you're going to fight. I'm going to push you away as much as I can, but you are going to need to stay with me. You're going to need to focus on my voice, on me, Carter, not on her.” Suddenly, Carter lunged, eyes glazed over, face twisted in pain and confusion. He grabbed me by the throat, shoving me back hard against the wall. “Lysandra!” Damon shouted. Delilah screamed. But I didn’t flinch. His claws scraped my skin, drawing blood. And I smiled. “This is the best you’ve got?” I hissed. “Come on, Tatiana. Show me who you really are. I thought that you were stronger than this. Is this the reputation th

It was funny how Volet was my carbon copy, and Daphne was hers. She held the door open so that we could all walk inside. Violet was propped up on the bed. Her face was a little paler than normal, but I was just thankful that she was alive. I’d been terrified that something might have happened to her, and I definitely didn’t do terrified. “Hi,” she chirped, giving us a little wave. “You must be Alpha Maxwell and Eli. I’m Daphne or Daph. Whichever you prefer.” Yes, she was certainly Candice’s daughter. She held the same type of welcoming spirit inside of her.