Harry/daphne Novels & Stories

"Daph can really do it. For those who don't know, Daph is amazing at Sarcozian and has learned martial arts. She's a perfect match for the character!" "I don't know much about Daphne, but after reading about her, I really think she fits the vibe for the main character of 'Daughter of the Sea'. "She's also someone who worked hard to succeed and found a suitable partner for herself. I think the role was made for her!"

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.

If my sister and I were known as the famous double ‘D’s from our names, then this girl was the one who tried her hardest to make herself the third ‘D’. Her wavy brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted her round hazel eyes. Daphne is famous for her beauty and the long history of her family. Everything about her was welcoming and right and also only ever second to my sister and me. If Diana ranked first and me second, then Dahne would always rank third. The third ‘D’. The pale gold dress that she had on looked beautiful and was undoubtedly expensive. --To be continued…

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."

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

Zachary's POV I sat at the far end of the restaurant, positioned where I could see every entrance and her. No one approached Daphne without passing through my line of sight. She was speaking to a woman I had already looked into— harmless, human, no threat. They talked for long hours before the woman stood up and left, leaving Daphne behind. Daphne stayed, working on something in her laptop. She looked serious, trying to navigate whatever it was.

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.

Then, at that point, Harry took her to their study hall, Fanky was astounded to see both of them clasping hands. "Stand by, what does that mean, are you dating?" Fanky guaranteed while grinning." Harry answered, "Yes!" grinning Harry said. "Amazing, congratulations!" said Fanky. "Much obliged! Okay, I'll simply pass by later at break time." Goodbye Harry. "Ok, OK." Arosh gestured. Harry immediately kissed her on the cheek, before at last leaving. "How sweet promptly in the first part of the day I was chomped by the subterranean insects now." Fanky prods.