Harry/daphne Novels & Stories

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."

Hart bowed and said, “Mr. Hornberg, you are a powerful man in the underworld of Sunrise City. I believe you should understand that families are innocent. I beg for your mercy, please release Daphne.” Gareth smiled. “What are you talking about? Who is this Daphne?” The old fox would never acknowledge the crime he committed. Hart explained, “Daphne is my daughter. I got news that Mary Sue took her back here.” “Oh? That rings a bell. Mary Sue did mention something similar.” Gareth nodded but he said in disdain, “So you are begging me to release your daughter? “You should beg Kaze Lee. If he’s here, I can call Mary Sue to tell her to do you the favor. Too bad Kaze Lee is a coward and doesn’t eve

“Did you see my message?” “Oh shit.” Daphne minimized the call, swiped to W******p, and scanned their chat. “Sorry, I didn’t see it. I like the blue one.” Lyra sighed, tossing the earring onto her dresser. “Yeah, that's what I picked.” She sat up and started pulling her brown hair into a messy bun, getting ready for a shower. “Some nice guy helped me.” Daphne grinned mischievously. “Is this a love triangle I sense? Sorry—love square, I mean.”

Her hands rose, fingers dancing a complex, urgent spell craft. Daphne emerged from the shadows, her appearance a stark testament to our mission's failure - bloodied, scarred, and alone, without Crystal at her side. I didn't waste a second; my mind urgently reached out across the tenuous bond to summon our pack doctor to our makeshift sanctuary. Nestled at the fringes of Brock's territory, the hotel had been our hideaway, but now it became an impromptu triage center for Daphne's desperate needs.

"This can't be happening to me, I'm rejecting the man who hasn't left my heart." "Wow... Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!" We startle at the sound of a distant voice that gets louder and louder, "I'm sorry, but your screams aren't helping much," he applauds and Harry desperately pulls up his pants, "Buddy, if I didn't like women, I'd tell you I love you, so we can be manly husbands." "What the fuck are you doing!" Harry gets upset after seeing Harper's bionic eyes looking at my body and at Harry's at the same time.

She shakes her head at me, tsking. “I wouldn’t blame her if she did.” She says as a throwaway statement before walking out. I stare at her retreating figure, her words lingering in my head, Daphne is in a relationship with Liam. Liam? I can’t trace whoever he is, I can’t even remember ever seeing him among the infinity pack and I think one thing, that Liam probably wasn’t a wolf, maybe he was with another pack outside infinity city or maybe not. Or maybe he was a vampire.

I don’t know how he can’t see it. He should be with someone who loves him for who he is on the inside. Someone who would make sure he knew everyday how wonderful he is, not use him for what he can give them. Not that Daphne would ever let anyone get close enough to show him the appreciation he deserves. Daphne scans the crowd as if she’s looking for someone. Her eyes lock with mine and I see the evil lurking just under the surface. Her smirk spreads into a wicked grin before her expression turns grim, full of contempt and feigned horror.

Daphne The air still smelled like smoke. It clung to my hair, my clothes, even the inside of my throat. I stood on the sidewalk with my apron still tied around my waist, staring at what used to be the bakery. Flames no longer licked the walls, but the windows were blackened and the air shimmered with heat. Steam hissed as firefighters sprayed the last stubborn embers. Someone beside me was crying. My co-worker, Lila, had her face buried in her hands. She was still wearing her flour-dusted uniform, mascara streaked down her cheeks. I reached for her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She shook under my touch.

Take your positions, stay alive, and good luck. To my astonishment, everyone rushed to their posts. For anyone who had never been to the packhouse, they knew the pack well. Snipers were up on roofs and at other strategic points. Others sought to remain invisible in nature. Two vampires disappeared at a speed that seemed like teleportation, approaching the border. That little woman walks up to my dad and sits beside him, giggling when she looks at me. A dragon shifter shifts and goes up in the sky. The woman started an enchantment, and he became invisible. Some other witches began to enchant the packhouse, making it invisible to rogues. I didn't know if it would work because I continued to se

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.