Harry Daphne Fanfic Novels & Stories

Daphne just smiled. She’d been doing that a lot lately, acting like she had won some kind of prize. I supposed she had. In finding her fated mate with Justin, she had escaped her own prosecution, and now she was treated like the princess she had always wanted to be. I didn’t know why she couldn’t just revel in her good fortune and leave the rest of us alone. Maybe that was just one more reason to let her have Darius and be done with it. But the question remained. Even if she was given her father back, would she finally leave us in peace? Or would she only keep coming back wanting more and more?

Who was this person that had the balls to challenge the Harrington Group on home soil? The door to my study creaked open. Daphne walked in, smelling of expensive lilies. She leaned down, her silk dress brushing against my shoulder, and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to my lips. "Still working, honey?" she whispered, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Don't forget about the business gala tonight." I pulled her closer, breathing in her scent. My life with Daphne was everything I had ever wanted. She was beautiful, vibrant, and she made me feel alive. Our eight years of marriage had been happy.

"I...had...done so many things that hurt you in the past, this is my chance to make up for you. " I apply pressure to his wound. "You could have done it in another way." He spits out so much blood over me. "I..hope..you will be happy with Alpha William. I need... you to...do one more favour for me." "What is it?" He holds my hand. "I.. need you to reject me so that you and I will have closure. I want..want you to... to live happily with him." I nod my head in response. I look at him with teary eyes, "I, Belle Daphne, reject you, Alpha Blake, as my mate."

Theodore Mark frowned. The old man noticed the killing intent, took a towel from his pocket, and wiped it around his face. “Do not buy time for customers. Please come in.” “Did you make a promise with him? This is a date. This is a tangerine relationship.” Duncan Hiddleston stood behind and questioned. "You've been listening again." “It's my dream. To be his wife. But there's still a long way… There's a long way to go.” Phedra Elizabeth was a little helpless.

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.

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.

Daphne weaved through the bustling throng of healers, her delicate fingers interlaced with Prince Alistair's, guiding him with an air of grace and determination. For some reasons, Daphne believed this moment would shape a relationship between her and Alistair. She knew Alistair had always hated her and maybe this is a chance for her to clear the hatred. The hospital's walls echoed with the cries of the wounded, a poignant reminder of the king's army who fought valiantly in the recent battle. Her steps were measured, her touch gentle yet firm, as if she possessed an innate understanding of the weight that burdened his heart.

“Master has given the word. If Kaze Lee doesn’t show up during lunch, we can have fun with this girl. Think about it, playing with the future wife of Kingston Hacks, hehe…” “I can’t wait! I hope Kaze Lee doesn’t show up at all! Look at her, she’s gorgeous! I bet she’s tight!” Daphne’s face turned pale when she heard them. As the time approached lunch hour, the fear and despair in her grew. While basking in despair, time ticked slower than usual, which felt tormenting for Daphne. Finally, the time was up. “How unfortunate. You two are not interested in women, or I could have given the girl to you.”

{Diane} I arranged my books into my bag quickly, controlling myself from bursting out at Harry, and if his hot girlfriend says anything vexatious to support him, I'm gonna snap at her too. What exactly am I to someone like Harry Michaelson? Am I just a fucking game to him because this whole relationship thing was built with a full plan, everything we show the world is staged. We know within us that this is not real and despite that, deep down I still ask myself; Is there a possiblity that I mean something more to Harry?

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.