Freddy Jones Daphne Blake Novels & Stories

, just recalling that day made Daphne tear up, that was the day that everything went to hell for her, it was the worst day of her life. “I believe I should get to the point then”, he took a deep breath before saying his next sentence, “We need your help”, Daphne’s body became rigid, what could they want from her? Her eyes started to panic as she wondered whether they were here to take her back to the castle. “Relax”, Fredrick chuckled, “We just need your blood”, “What?!”, Daphne was extremely horrified and she pushed herself away from him, hugging her baby closer to her as she became protective, what the fuck did he want her blood for?

They traced him to his apartment to hunt him down. THE JEFFERYS Daphne woke up first and she decided to explore Black’s face again. She giggled as she remembered what happened last night. She feels so happy and fulfilled now that Black knows everything about her, he accepted their kids and forgave her too. Her eyes pooled with tears of joy as she let out a quiet laugh, being careful not to wake Black up. She got out of bed to get herself water but she fell back in bed immediately because she felt a sharp headache and body pain.

She released Daphne's wrists only to grab both thighs, yanking them wider, folding Daphne nearly in half so she could grind deeper, faster, their clits smashing together with every brutal roll. Daphne's eyes rolled back. "Yes—yes—right there—don't stop—" Sapphire leaned down, biting Daphne's neck hard enough to bruise. "Come again," she growled against her skin. "Come while I'm riding you. Soak my pussy the way you soaked my face." Daphne shattered. Her entire body seized, thighs locking around Sapphire's waist as she came with a scream, hips bucking wildly, slick gushing between them.

She sat up on her potato sack giving me her full attention before speaking. "Well, do you remember Olly and Marlo's obsession with some she-wolf named Daphne and you thought they made her up to mess with you?" Quinn asked. "Yes," I replied rolling my eyes. "Turns out, she's real! Those two she-wolves you just saw me with said one night they were out swimming at the lake one night they heard screaming. They said it was Daphne," Quinn pointed out. "Seriously?" I asked worriedly. "Yes! They said someone hit her in the head with a rock, hard! Those two saw her body drop to the ground. You will never believe who did it though," she asked keeping me in suspense. "Who?" I asked anyway. "Don't say a

Daphne's clothes were completely soaked. The thin white fabric clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Mary's jaw dropped. "Mrs… Mrs. Jones, what's wrong with you?" She suspected Daphne had lost her mind. With music blasting from her phone, Daphne struck seductive poses in front of the camera while saying, "Can't you tell? I'm getting revenge on Abel!" Mary quickly realized Daphne was live streaming. She had actually set up a broadcast for herself.

Daphne Brad grinned. “Hell yes, Daphne Jones.” He leaned closer. “I want you in my bed. No blankets, no wheelchairs. Just us.” I bit my lip, eyeing him teasingly. “What’s at your place?” “My bike,” he teased. “A big bed. And me, all night.” I laughed, sipping my wine. “Tempting. What’s the plan?” “More of this,” he said, his foot brushing mine. “But slower. I want to take my time with you.”

"Don't blame me. You have to die." She reached out, stroking my cheek. "Look at your pretty face. Daphne isn't a patch on you. Is that why he likes you so much?" Just then, I felt a chill on my face. When I looked down, I saw a blade clutched between her fingertips. A chill instantly ran down my spine. "What do you want?" I snapped. "Well..." She smiled and then whispered in my ear with a creepy tone, "I wanna disfigure you. Will he be sad when he sees it?"