Harry And Daphne Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He turned his back and left them astonished. Dejectedly, Daphne sat down in the chair. She still worries about the potential of losing her work as a result of what happened today. What will happen to her if that occurs? She was unable to control the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She saw his breathing becoming more constricted for a while, but he didn't pay little attention to it.

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.

Daniel frowned when Rose visibly flinched in his arms at the deep voice behind them. Daniel smiled at Harry moving away from the girl. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in his arms. Her back touched his front as he nodded at Daniel. "She's all yours." Saying it Daniel turned around and as soon as he did the smile wiped away from his lips. He clenched his jaw and walked towards the bar with a dark gaze. Harry leaned down to her ear and whispered. "Turn around." She obediently did and he wrapped one arm around her tiny waist and held her other hand in his large one before lightly dancing on the rhythm.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

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.

she whispered, her voice dark and sweet. "I kept my promise," I panted, sliding my hands up her bare stomach under her dress. "Now you keep yours. Give me your body. Let me take you right here before the guards come." Daphne turned her head and looked into my eyes. Her smile was sharp like a knife. "Not down here in the dirt," she said, wrapping her sticky, blood-stained fingers around my jaw. "We are going up to the main hall right now. We are going to lock the keep gates and take the pack before Malakai arrives."

"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.

Dante refuted, and that word seemed like a trigger for Harry, who snarled at him. “It makes no difference! That is mine!” Harry did not realize when he growled, and as he did, his wolf had flickered. The anger waved through him, yet Dante remained calm. Harry took a deep breath. He felt like he had gone above the board. He cracked his throat, and when he looked at Dante again, he felt more relaxed. Listen, this would deal will do a lot for you, you can finally get off his shackles and most especially, you get your woman back”

“I will.” Kimberly looks between us. “Who is Daphne?” After I fill her in, she gives me a wide-eyed look. “You have to talk to her.” “I want to but…” “She could be the piece that ties this whole thing together,” Kimberly says. “Kim,” Hugo says gently, redirecting her attention and her excitement. “Daphne has married Edward Zimmer. By choice, by force, by brainwashing? We don’t know. But in any of those cases, it’s not going to be as easy as walking up to her for a nice chat.”

I follow her gaze to see him slouched on a seat alone, nursing a bottle of whatever that is, his hair is framed across his face, making him look like someone who hasn’t had proper sleep in days. “I’ll go check on him.” Arya says, slipping out of my hands. My body instantly goes cold the moment I am not holding her anymore, sighing, I watch as she saunters over to his side and seats in the chair facing him. His face brightens up a little as he talks to Arya; of course, my Arya has that kind of effect on everybody. The door opens and Daphne works in, cheeks flushed from the cold. Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me.