Fred Daphne Velma Shaggy Novels & Stories

Roman took one look at me before he set down the dessert he was carrying and rushed to me. “Ana? Are you okay?” he asked. “Roman, it’s… Shane…” “What?” He turned to Shane, who watched us with a smug expression. “What’s going on?” Roman demanded. “Roman…” We both turned to Daphne, who reached out, placing her hands on the table in front of her, and looked at us with unfocused eyes. It wasn’t long before she fell to the side, landing on the ground, passed out. “Daphne!”

Though we were years past our clubbing days, we needed to go out. Settling into a booth, we sipped on margaritas. As we did, Daphne kept stealing glances at a gentleman across from us. "He's quite attractive, isn't he?" Daphne murmured, biting her lower lip as she turned to me. "No, don't tell me you're considering that," I said with a laugh, taking another sip of my margarita. The guy she was eyeing looked like an asshole. His hair was dyed purple and he had tattoos on both of his arms.

Alexander snatched it, and his eyes narrowed instantly at the headline posted an hour ago: “SUPERMODEL DAPHNE RETURNS TO NEW YORK — AND RECONNECTS WITH A ‘CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS CEO’.” Alexander’s blood pressure skyrocketed. No. God, no. He tapped the article. There she was - Daphne in a luxurious dress, stepping out of a hotel, smiling like the cameras were her lovers. And beneath that smile was a short quote: “New York is home. And so are some people in it. I’m reconnecting with someone very special.”

Daphne said. "Who would that be?" Scarlett asked her suspiciously. "Mr sexy from the culinary school," Daphne blurted out. "Come on Daphne, that guy wants to sleep with me," Scarlett said. "And besides, his name is Raymond," she added. Mr sexy sounded very fetish to her in a way that she was not comfortable with.

“ I know that I am pretty late right now, but I apologise for Daphne and I don't know if it would be too late to take care of our son, I will love to have them back with me” I shook my head. “ Daphne isn't dead, she turns out to be a Mafia princess, Don Dawson long lost daughter actually” “ Holy shit!” He blurted out when eyes followed him. “ Sorry” he chuckled. “ I forgot I wasn't supposed to curse, royal rules, you know”

"Who's Martina by the way?" "You don't know?" Colin asked back and Daphne shakes her head. "Hills' ex fiancee" Daphne raised her brows and nodded as realization dawned on her. "I remember now! It totally escaped my mind" Daphne said as they sat down. "Do you think she and Damon are working together?" "It's obvious from the video" Daphne sighed, then said again.. "Do you have her picture? I'd like to see what she looks like"

Felix turned around and looked straight at Daphne. She was leaning lazily against the alley wall, arms crossed, her whole posture relaxed and indifferent. Felix remarked coldly, "Playing hero? I wouldn't argue with that. But hearing that from a Malevolent Phantom just doesn't sit right." He had not originally planned to step in, but something about her had felt off. A woman who looked like that throwing herself at a bunch of trashy-looking thugs? It did not add up. So, he activated his Spirit Eye—sure enough, she was a Malevolent Phantom.

"Who is it? Who do you want to confess your love to?" "Whoa, calm down," Sasha said. "Who is it!" Brooklyn demanding, grinning at Sasha who blushed. "It's Austin," Violet said and Brooklyn's mouth dropped. "Austin Austin? The Austin who came to the diner with us? The Austin who is having the party?" "I don't think there's any other Austin's who fit into those categories," Alice pointed out. "How comes I didn't know this?" Brooklyn gasped. "She hasn't exactly hidden it. She turns into a blubbering mess around him," Violet said with a laugh and ignored Sasha's glare.

She’d be on her turf, in professional mode. A surgically enhanced blonde sidled up to the bar. When the woman faced her, Ginger inwardly groaned. Of all the people she could run into today, did it have to be her? Daphne frowned at Ginger prettily. “I know you. You’re Hayden’s mom, right?” “Right. How are you, Daphne?” “Thirsty.” Daphne dropped a ten dollar bill on the bar top when Lettie asked for her order. “Vodka sour.”

The monitors’ display, the hallways, the kitchen, the dinner, everything including Zane’s room where he still lay unconscious. “Daphne Molare” Madam Von Grey says, revealing herself from her spot at the back. “Or should I say Hailey Stewarts” She says with a smug grin. “The moment I set my eyes on you, you blew your facade when you got shocked seeing me and then the resemblance in the voice, I don’t believe in coincidences Hailey” “Funny I don’t either” I reply bluntly. “You’re a hard girl to kill if I just say, I specifically wanted you dead but time and time again you escaped seems I’ll have to do it myself” she says, titling a knife in hand.