Harry And Daphne Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Offering an apologetic smile, Daphne remarked, "I'll need to wash the chocolate off my hair. Regrettably, I won't be able to make coffee for you." Edgar’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I do not want to visit your apartment just because of coffee.Speaking of your hair,could you allow me assist you in drying it,please?” Daphne found no reason to decline. She had been involved with Edgar for several dates, their connection deepening with each passing encounter. So she saw no reason not to invite him into her apartment. With a smile adorning her face, she replied, "Then I'll wash my hair after brewing the coffee."

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.

She added. "Didn't you just tell me that you have stopped contacting Claire and beg me to go back? She is standing right beside you, Harry. How do you want me to believe you?" Harry chuckled. He immediately pushed away Claire who was leaning at him and walked closer to Darcy, saying desperately, "You are taking me wrong, Darcy. I have no relationship with her. Not anymore." "It's just I realized it too late. You are my true love. You have always been." He added.

I order him. Harry quickly pull off his briefs and hurries into the pool to part my legs and feast on my sex. Just at the fucking dying minute, Andrei appears from no where and hollers! “Don’t you dare, young man!” I visibly shake, likewise Harry. Oh…no. Daddy’s second right hand man just saw me about to be sucked. I hope he's not going to tell David. He’s not consented to me to have a boyfriend.

She asks, bitterness lacing her tone, but she immediately bites down on her lower lip, a perpetual habit of hers, I’ve noticed, like she regrets snapping. Before she can apologize, Brayan’s voice comes from the passage connecting the living room with the other four rooms in the chalet. “Daddy, who is that?” When I turn to face him, Brayan is rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his palm, but it’s the gasp I hear from Daphne that causes me to turn back to her. “You are married?” She asks, her eyes shooting wide open to the point where her eyebrows almost touch her hairline.

"Mother... I don't want to marry that old guy. Please, even if I don't have to study anymore..." Daphne knelt and begged her mother when they were at home. "Stop acting, Daphne. Stop crying! I thought you were smart. Why don't you use your brain now? Huh? Your life will be fine, baby... Listen to me. I know better what will be good for you..." no "I don't want it, Mother..." Daphne whined. Rose turned back with her hand falling. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down both her cheeks.

~DANE~ My screams echoed through the walls of my room as I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood. Surprises abounded tonight. Not only did I discover that Daphne had survived and was now posing as Sapphire, but her survival threatened to ruin everything I had meticulously planned. How could she still be alive? They had brought me news of her death, prompting me to mate with Alexa quickly. Now, she was back in the arms of the War Alpha, the man I compete with. He had it all: money, fame, and power. It felt like she was rubbing it in my face, making me question why I had rejected her.

I could feel his emotions as clearly as my own, the desperate hunger, the bone-deep need, the absolute conviction that I was his and he was mine. It would be so easy to surrender. To let the bond sweep me away. To stop fighting and just feel. A sharp knock shattered the moment. "Alpha," Harry's voice came through the door. "It's time." Dane pulled back slowly, reluctantly, his hands sliding from my face with obvious effort. The loss of contact felt like being plunged into cold water. "We'll continue this later," he said softly. Not a threat. A promise. Then he was gone, leaving me alone with my racing heart and the lingering warmth of his touch on my skin.

Then he gave a short nod. “Daisy,” he began, opening his eyes again. “This is Harry, my friend.” His voice was flat. “Harry, this is my girlfriend, Daisy.” “Best friend,” Harry added with a cheeky grin. “His best friend. Nice to finally meet you, Daisy.” “Harry,” Jaxon snapped. “Now is not the time.” Harry let out a sigh and gave Jaxon a long look. “I’ll wait for you in the parking lot, then.”

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!