Harry And Daphne Fanfic Romane & Geschichten

Her eyes opened wide, as if she were in a trance, compelled to divulge the well-guarded secrets she had hidden deep within. "I've always longed for Ragnar to be mine," Daphne's voice trembled as the truth spilled out. "My world crumbled when he introduced a witch as his mate. At first, he told me it was merely for procreation, and I reluctantly accepted. But my heartache deepened when he began developing genuine feelings for her. Despite his past history with witches, his newfound connection with her grew stronger, and I felt cast aside."

He continued, tightening his fingers around Harry's reddened neck. “Let him go…” I whispered, touching his shoulder as my eyes softened and almost immediately, he let go. Harry, as if he hadn't just escaped death by strangling, whipped his now red head back up, his eyes meeting mine. “I'm Harry, a old buddy, or should I saw, frenemy of your mate.” I forced a smile. “You already know I am but her goes nothing. I'm Andrea, l—” Darius caught hold of Harry's arm and pushed him back causing him to stumble for a few seconds. Yet, as if he couldn't read in between the already clear lines, he still strutted towards us, unfazed.

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 “Do me a favor, Daph… Warn me next time? Before you go and tell me what might be the hottest sex story ever?” Hazel shakes her head and fans herself. “It’s been a while for me, y’know.” Then she flashes a grin and straightens up. “But really, in all seriousness. I’m so happy for you.” “Thanks.” I feel a squiggly, giggly warmth spread through my chest. “I’m happy, too.”

A sharp huff, like a burst of air, cut through the night, and my eyes snapped open, my heart pounding so fast and brutal. I blinked, disoriented, and there he was, Alex, standing over me, his dark hair wild, his eyes glowing a fierce red in the darkness. Relief crashed into me, tangled with fear, as I followed his gaze. Daphne lay sprawled a few feet away, her red hair splayed in the mud, but she was already scrambling to her feet, brushing herself off with a scowl.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that Danielle was extremely upset with him, even though she hadn't said a word to him. Charlotte, looking down at the floor as she was sitting down and her small bag dropping from her grips. All she could see was her own feet. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. She lifted her gaze and saw Harry. "No matter what anyone says about you, I'm still here for you. Can we leave this place? You are still the one I love," Harry said. She looked at Harry and then cast her eyes back to the ground. Out of nowhere, she felt overwhelmed with joy as the shame of what people would say when they find out she was she secretly dating her best friend's dad went away and

But one thing was clear, I had followed my heart. And I hope I don't regret it. “Care!” Xavier moved slowly toward me, but I raised a hand to stop him. “I can’t do this,” I whispered. “Not right now.” He froze in his steps, hurt flashing across his face, like he wanted to argue about something, but he didn’t get to… Because another figure appeared at the end of the hallway. Daphne. She was dressed in her usual morning jog gear, black leggings, a grey hoodie clinging to her frame from the light sheen of sweat. her steps halted the moment she spotted Xavier outside my door.

Chapter One. WRONG FEELINGS. Daphne's POV. “Do you like what you see?” Gabriel asked, holding his cock in his hand. My heart shook as I glanced at it. I gulped, my body vibrating to the thump of my heart. “Now, take off your clothes and get on the bed.” he said, stroking his cock. “You don't want to keep this little boy waiting.” “T–This isn't right.” I stuttered, shaking my head. “You are my sister's mate. So, I can't do this with you. Please, let me go.”

"You look like you're about to pass out. Dance with me so you have something to do besides stare at them." He doesn't wait for an answer. His hands go to my waist and he pulls me closer. Not as close as Maverick and Riley, but close enough that we're actually dancing instead of just standing here. "This is weird," I say. "Would you rather keep watching them?" I look over at Maverick. He's kissing Riley's neck. "No," I admit. "Then pretend you're having fun." We dance for a few songs. Harry is surprisingly good at it. He moves with confidence, like everything else he does.

Theodore continued. Angrily, I kicked my feet against the table, still boiling with annoyance. Who could Owen be? He even called her his beloved? Daphne is mine; I can’t let him take her away from me. “Get Daphne here now.” I ordered, sitting heavily on the couch, not minding my bleeding palm. Theodore nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” With that, he left the room. A few minutes later, he came in with Daphne. She stared at me with panic in her eyes. I gestured to Theodore to leave, and he did immediately.