Harry And Daphne Fanfic Novels & Stories

Harry was feeling terrible right now, feeling like he was at the lowest point in his life. Grace already realizes that Harry has different feelings for her. A feeling that was more than just a close friend, for a long time in his eyes gaze at her there was no longer a friend but a woman. But Grace chose to close her eyes as long as Harry didn't say anything to her, for the sake of their friendship. "Even though we both chose to maintain the safe zone of our friendship so far, I hope my declaration of love does not change anything over our existing relationship." Harry's speech received a weak nod from Grace. For a moment both were silent again.

Perhaps she does not understand that my pack could easily destroy her entire pack, and if I give the order they would readily comply. As the crowd begins to disperse, I turn all my attention to Daphne. I wanted this night to be magical for her, and now the fairy tale has turned into a nightmare. Her head is still bowed, and I think I see a tear escape her eye and run down her delicate face. I pull her in my arms, and she buries her head in my chest. I lower my head to her ear and let her know it is ok I am here. Hannah comes up and puts her hand on Daphne’s back. Theo is standing close behind Hannah, still ready for any kind of attack that could occur. Marcus and his mate come up on the side

"Just focus on doing your own job and stay out of the rest." The fanboy could only nod. Later, he called Daphne to fill her in on the situation. After hearing about it, Daphne felt a deep pang of hurt. Did that mean he didn’t want her around? But she absolutely refused to leave. Once she left, she’d have no chance at all. Perhaps that woman was just a fleeting interest for Xavier. Daphne could wait. After all, she had already waited so long. She didn’t mind waiting a few more years.

I heard him say and cocked a brow, surely the cruel king did not just try to make a joke. A rather obvious one at that. My lips quivered as I fought against the urge to laugh at his humor, his gaze softened and before I knew it, he was lowering his lips to meet mine. Only this time, before he crashed them on mine he said something completely mortifying. "Be with me forever...my Daphne." He declared then pressed his lips on mine, seizing them in another passionate exchange. Only this time my body wasn't frozen in fear, but in complete shock! Simply because he had moaned the name, Daphne. But my name was Heather!

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

They didn’t notice me when I entered but they did when Adrian came behind me. Adrian guided me to the last table where three other boys were waiting. One of the boys with a buzz cut asked even before I was seated, “Is she, Daphne?” Adrian nodded. They hooted together, and I flushed. Because I didn’t know what Adrian told them about me. “Don’t worry, I have only said good things about you.” Adrian whispered in my ear, making me squirm in my seat. Because of our previous kiss session, I was still horny.

I laughed a little, trying to ease the knot which had started forming in my chest. “I understand…but then, before Daisy's incident, was she still seeing Xavier?” Daphne asked again. “That…I'm not sure of. It seemed she was, or maybe she wasn't. Xavier has always been the one she loved, the one she yearned for…” “Does that mean that I have to play that same role? Am I supposed to be seeing Xavier too?” She asked and my heart skipped at the question. “No! You can't do that.” I warned, my voice higher than it was before I even noticed.

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.

Daniel smiles at the delicate invitation. He brings his mouth back to hers, while Harper clings to his neck. They both stand up. They cannot suppress the growing desire they feel to touch. Harper wraps her arms around her waist and forces her closer to her body. Without thinking twice, Daniel holds her tightly and takes in her breath.

It was taking everything in me not to break the glass cup on her forehead and tell her I am not her fucking daughter. Harry simpered, shaking his head at her. I'm sure he finds her ridiculous. "I am not leaving, alright?" He stared strongly "And I know Diane, she is not just one to give up on something on someone, so we're in this together and we're still young, we got time to do a lot of things together, we're gonna learn, and grow. I mean this is a relationship we're talking about here, not just some... games, do you understand?" I nodded in agreement, surprised at how Harry could be this intellectual about romantic relationships. I initially thought I'd be the one doing all the explanatio