Harry/daphne Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I'm sorry! Oh, I'm leaving first! I'm going to find a sugar daddy who can die easily!" Daphne just shook her head and followed her friend. And she frowned when she saw Claude blocking Izzy's path. There's something between her friends, Izzy and Claude. But that was not the right time for her to pay attention to it. She took her phone and went to the garden. She called Treyton. "Hello, Love?" Daphne answered immediately when Treyton answered the call. "Hello? You got called, Love? Is there anything wrong?" "I need help because..."

"Harry was lying to her, he had security cameras in his room and he had realized that the person who had accessed his phone was Diane, and even though it caused him the greatest disappointment to be with a woman like her, he would simply pretend that nothing had happened, and he would just let her take the phone. "Oh yeah? good thing you were able to fix it, a million is a million, I think I need to rest for five minutes in the bedroom harry I feel a little sick" she feels dizziness come over her, what just happened was causing her to have a bad reaction, she just wanted to lie down.

Always. At some point in the evening, as Harvey was drawn into business discussions, Daphne stepped outside to the open-air balcony, letting the cool breeze brush against her skin. She hadn't intended to stay long—only to breathe, to gather herself—but the moment she turned, her steps halted. Standing there, on the balcony, was the one person she least wanted to see. Luke. She was momentarily stunned. "What are you doing here?"

He continued, tightening his fingers around Harry's reddened neck. “Let him go…” I whispered, touching his shoulder as my eyes softened and almost immediately, he let go. Harry, as if he hadn't just escaped death by strangling, whipped his now red head back up, his eyes meeting mine. “I'm Harry, a old buddy, or should I saw, frenemy of your mate.” I forced a smile. “You already know I am but her goes nothing. I'm Andrea, l—” Darius caught hold of Harry's arm and pushed him back causing him to stumble for a few seconds. Yet, as if he couldn't read in between the already clear lines, he still strutted towards us, unfazed.

“Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.” Mr. Hans raised an eyebrow, a brief smirk twitching at the corners of his lips. “Good. Progress, at last.” “But,” Jimmy added cautiously, “Master Harry appeared… unaffected by Lady Arabella. He was too composed. Too aware.” Mr. Hans took a slow sip of his tea. “They’re both stubborn,” he muttered. “Even after all my preparations, they still act like two magnets turned the wrong way—refusing to connect.” Jimmy hesitated, then lowered his voice. “You’re aware, of course… their marriage is just a contract?”

She began laughing, and this time, her laughter became more and more hysterical. "William, even if you get rid of me, Daphne still won't get back with you. She told me before that she's already dead on the inside. She's dead on the inside, you see!" Elaine was right. I was dead on the inside. William could only look at me with tears in his eyes. He took a step forward, hoping to get closer to me. But I reacted by taking a step backward so that I could stay away from him. The more he advanced, the more I retreated. In the end, William grew tired of the situation.

She asks, bitterness lacing her tone, but she immediately bites down on her lower lip, a perpetual habit of hers, I’ve noticed, like she regrets snapping. Before she can apologize, Brayan’s voice comes from the passage connecting the living room with the other four rooms in the chalet. “Daddy, who is that?” When I turn to face him, Brayan is rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his palm, but it’s the gasp I hear from Daphne that causes me to turn back to her. “You are married?” She asks, her eyes shooting wide open to the point where her eyebrows almost touch her hairline.

“Here it is.” Diana happily took it. She ate each piece of cake with a happy heart. Indeed, sweets can improve the mood and it was working right now for Diana. “Eat plenty, you've worked hard.” Fred stroked Diana's hair. That made Diana pause in surprise for a moment, then she nodded and smiled. For her, Fred's attention was nothing more than the care of a friend. Unbeknownst to both of them, there was someone watching them from the highest floor of the head office. that person was Alpha Darren who was holding back his anger as he saw Diana getting closer to her senior.

Daphne was never a fan of them. The person standing in front of me was so different from her but still, a man could only hope. Her scent, her face but when I stare at her eyes, all of my high hopes crashed. Her eyes weren't Hazel, instead they were honey brown with sparks of black in them. “What are you doing here?” I stood erect, demanding to know. She straddled around, her cleavages out to me as she bent over seductively, my eyes purred over her boobs. They weren't looking bad, just the perfect size that would fit in my palm.

Seraphina could feel Lady Persephone’s hot gaze on her back like daggers. She finished filling Lady Lissandra’s cup and stepped back to the side with her eyes cast down again. She sent a silent prayer that no one else heard Lady Lissandra’s comment though she knew it was unlikely as half of the guests were vampires not to mention, voices travelled in the courtyard as though it was an ample Théâtre. Lord Silverus from House De-Montagu spoke up “Yes, Lady Persephone, do tell us how you managed to acquire a Dhampir servant, and one with such...interesting markings as well?” his green eyes glistened at her. At that moment, she realised she hadn't fixed her hair since Lady Lissandra moved it leav