Harry Daphne Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

ZACHARY’S POV Daphne ran back into her house the moment our bodies separated, her footsteps retreating fast- as though she was running from more than just me. The faint flush on her cheeks replayed in my mind, stirring something dangerous in my chest. I’d grown so used to her hatred that seeing her flustered felt unreal, like a mistake my heart wasn’t supposed to witness. “She’s going to be the death of me, and I know it already,” I said to myself, walking into the local gym.

“Listen, I love this little rebellion thing you’ve got going on here, but what happens if he actually tracks you down and finds you here?” “He’s not going to find me,” Daphne said boldly. “Yeah? Think again, hot mom.” Rosalind snorted. “Storm was completely head over heels for you long before you ever got pregnant. Don't tell me you forgot the time you vanished for six hours during the opening of the second farmer’s market? The man literally mobilized his warriors and searched three different packs just to find you.” Daphne stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw slack. “What?”

Seraphina blushed and shook her head, “Please can you cover that up?” “What do you mean by that?” Achilles asked her sarcastically. She waved her hand up and down at him, “All of that, all of you, cover it up before I summon flowers to cover you.” Achilles laughed at her and tied the robe, “Trust me to be fated to a Dhampir,” he shook his head. Seraphina took a sip of her coffee and grimaced, “And trust me to be fated to a simple Prince who can’t even master a coffee,” she teased him.

Someone Harry likes is his own old friend, none other than Grace. There is no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman. If there is a bond that was established during this time because Harry relented, reconciled to his little heart to further uphold the relationship between friends. Or fear that the existing bond could be broken if his declaration of love gets a rejection from Grace. Harry, deep inside, has a complex side of cowardice. The day he confesses to Grace is the day the girl officially has a relationship with someone else.

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.

Simon declared as he drove. "Tell me you do not like the punishment," Daphne demanded. Simon kept mute but pouted and kept on driving. I was not sure that I wanted to know what they were taking about. I noticed a small smile on Dwayne's face. He knew what was going on. I would later come to learn just how odd the couple were. Daphne had a blood red hair that reached her shoulder and round face. She was thick and tall but in a curvy way. Even sitting, she almost towered over every one. Simon was skinny and tall with dark blond hair that he cut low.

Xavier's fingers brushed hers—briefly, tenderly—before he backed away into the shadows. Blythe smoothed her hair and composed her face. When she opened the door, Helena's curious gaze slid over her flushed cheeks and the dishevelled state of her gown. "My Lady," she said quietly. "The Alpha wishes to see you. Privately." Blythe's heart dropped like a stone. She forced a smile. "Of course," she said. As she walked toward her reckoning, Xavier's kiss still burning on her lips, one terrible thought echoed in her mind—

Not even her cute little hello, and theaving attempts of baked treats. Davorin completely abandoned the dough on seeing her expression and instinctively moved towards her, "Princess Sephora!" He had to repeat her name a few times, in his deep and raspy voice. Something standard in Raven Harpy males. This finally had her snap out of her concentration, causing her to snap at Davorin, "Just... Just go back to your lousy dough!"

“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.”

Or urge my hands to knock. So I stood frozen for minutes, listening to the faint sound of movement inside. My pulse was uncomfortably loud in my ears. And when I would finally muster the courage to reach fit the door knob. It twisted before I could touch it. The door opened. And I was met with a very shocked Daphne who was clad in a skimpy satin dress, with her hair let loose? I wonder how those luscious locks would feel in my hands.The thought hit me so sharply that I almost lost focus.