Harry Daphne Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Daphne's POV I closed the door behind me the moment I stepped into the room. Sapphire jerked in surprise. She had been standing near the mirror, pulling a dark dress over her shoulders. Her hair fell down her back and she turned quickly when she saw me. “Daphne?” she asked, confused. “Why are you—” I didn’t let her finish. I rushed toward her, grabbed her by the arms, pulled her close and kissed her hard. My heart was beating fast and I could barely contain the excitement inside me. When I finally pulled back, I was smiling so wide my cheeks hurt.

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."

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"

I was sure that Daphne was being used as a sexual slave for fun. Every afternoon, I was here, spending time waiting for Daphne to come home. I never had the chance to follow her because she was always with her boyfriend. But this time was different. Today, Daphne's boyfriend was out with a guy. They parted in front of the main door, and I winced when I saw the man kiss Daphne's cheek. Until now, I've considered Daphne as my girlfriend. I won't just let her go. Especially now that Daphne is getting prettier. She looks luxurious but still modest. She no longer ties her hair but instead styles it and makes it fluffy.

Daphne defended herself. "I’m telling you, your lover boy here would have enjoyed it, if you did, Annie! Oh please, going alone in another country is theoretically a staycanymoon!" Desire chided. Both of them turned their heads to Clara in bewilderment. Desire shot the couple a conniving grin. "What? You’re together, so I don’t see anything wrong with bringing a—" Daphne dashed toward her and covered her mouth. "I think you have too much caffeine today, Dee... Let’s tone it down a bit, okay?" She then chuckled, and she slowly removed her hands from her friend’s mouth.

Her long, dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, her lips painted a deep, inviting red. She stood slowly, her movements calculated, a sultry smile on her face. “My handsome Edward,” she purred. “Long time no see.” I laughed, though it was sharp and humorless. “So, you’re “the Daphne”?” I asked, my disbelief evident. “You must be joking. You’re supposed to be Mildred’s friend. She would never—” My voice caught, anger rising. “Why would you change your name just to pull this off?”

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.

The Daphe’s scream shattered the silence of the chamber. “Has it come to this, Zerach?” Daphne’s voice trembled with fury, her golden hair falling loose about her shoulders. Her hand clutched the doorframe as though it were the only thing keeping her from collapsing. “My king, my husband—on our bed, with a maid?” The sight before her burned into her mind: Rosa, curled against the Horned King’s chest, his arm wrapped around her as if to shield her. Their closeness, their whispers, their ease together — it was a lover’s scene, cruel and undeniable.

"Do you really think I won't spill all your secrets?" He looked like a crazed man. Daphne struggled against him, her pulse pounding. "Let go!" He scoffed. "Cut the act. You latched onto Harvey because he's richer than me, didn't you? What's with this virtuous, untouchable act? Putting on a show for your precious fiancé?" His fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. His grip was tight enough to hurt, and before she could stop it, tears welled in her eyes.

I replied, just then, Daphne walked down the staircase and towards us. “Oh Wow, you’re here, Hi Harper,” she greeted with a tight lipped smile, I won’t lie that I wasn’t surprised, she didn’t pass to me as someone who could actually smile, but I guess I probably didn’t just get to know her outside of work setting. “Hi Daphne,” I greeted in reply with a small smile also and we all settled down around the dinning to eat, Damon finally let go of my hands, pulled out a chair for me and made me sit before pushing it back in a little, through the corner of my eyes I could see his mother and sister exchange suspicious glances but it would be so weird to look at them. Damon slowly pulled out his cha