Daphne X Velma Novels & Stories

Daphne made it back to her chambers and sat on the couch, hoping she wouldn't ever end up alone with John again. She shuddered at the covetous look in his eyes. How could he think that he was charming when telling her she reminded him of her mother? A knock sounded on the door that connected her suite to Mamie's. She leaped from the couch and opened the door. Mamie looked at her and hummed. "Pink is a rather nice color on you."

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

"I...had...done so many things that hurt you in the past, this is my chance to make up for you. " I apply pressure to his wound. "You could have done it in another way." He spits out so much blood over me. "I..hope..you will be happy with Alpha William. I need... you to...do one more favour for me." "What is it?" He holds my hand. "I.. need you to reject me so that you and I will have closure. I want..want you to... to live happily with him." I nod my head in response. I look at him with teary eyes, "I, Belle Daphne, reject you, Alpha Blake, as my mate."

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

couldn't. He stood up. "Have the owner put her in my private suite. Now." Dante hesitated. "Boss, she doesn't—" Valerio's eyes had glazed. "Now." --- Backstage was chaos. Perfume and sweat filled the air. Girls reapplied lip gloss, laughed too hard, counted out money with fingers weighed down by glitter. Sera Devlin moved through it all like a ghost. She did not talk with the other girls. She did not preen in front of the mirrors. She marched straight to her dressing room with her head cast downward, her bag clutched firmly in both hands like protection.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are in for an extraordinary treat today. The Vampire King himself has graced us with his presence!" Before the words fully sank in, Dane moved with a speed that blurred the lines of reality. Instantly, he was behind me, swiftly exchanging the collars around my neck. Just as quickly, he returned to his place at the back of the room, his collar now securely fastened around his neck.

He carried her" Hazel interrupted her with her eyes widened a bit. "Who does that ?" Skylar scoffed.. "You can continue" she added and Jocelyn continued from where she stopped. "So you mean Emerson doesn't love you or what?" Skylar asked. "I don't even know" she mumbled and lay down on her bed. "Her name is Daphne, right," Hazel asked and she nodded. "The capital letter D and a painting of a lip you saw belongs to the so-called Daphne '' Hazel ended her words. Jocelyn sat up properly and looked at her with a confused face.

One hand was placed on her chest while her other was placed down at her core. Her lower lips painted into a lotus flower. While her face hadn't been fully illustrated, her parted lips helped tell the story the artist was trying to express-the art of masturbation. Feeling a weighted figure next to me and the smell of amber cologne, I had the sudden urge to run away. Taking a sip from my glass, I braced myself. "Hello, Miss Daniels." "Mr. Thompson." Having not seen him for the past twenty-four hours, since or situation in his office, I wanted nothing more

Inside the moonlit conservatory, standing near the tall glass walls overlooking the rainy estate grounds, was Daphne. She wasn't lying in bed. She wasn't resting her bandaged hand. She was standing tall, her posture regal and sharp, holding a sleek, black satellite phone against her right ear. The blue light of the encrypted device illuminated her identical face—and the expression she wore made my skin crawl. Her lips were curved into a wicked, triumphant, psychotic smirk. "Did Vance take the bait?" Victoria Sterling’s voice purred clearly through the phone's high-definition speaker, her French accent dripping with icy elegance.

"I'm going to be his queen, not you! I'll show you what happens when you get in my way! If Xavier hasn't popped your cherry, I'll break you in for him!" Daphne began working her fingers into Helena, and at that moment, every cell in her body seemed to line up, making her feel like she was made of Kevlar. "Don't you dare touch me! Don't you ever touch me!" Pulling back her arm, she punched Daphne in the face as hard as she could, sending her sprawling back with a broken nose. Pushing off against the wall, Helena hurled herself at her long-time nemesis and began beating her wildly with her fists. Hitting the opposing wall of the shower room, Daphne ducked to the side to dodge Helena's punch. H