Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Master has given the word. If Kaze Lee doesn’t show up during lunch, we can have fun with this girl. Think about it, playing with the future wife of Kingston Hacks, hehe…” “I can’t wait! I hope Kaze Lee doesn’t show up at all! Look at her, she’s gorgeous! I bet she’s tight!” Daphne’s face turned pale when she heard them. As the time approached lunch hour, the fear and despair in her grew. While basking in despair, time ticked slower than usual, which felt tormenting for Daphne. Finally, the time was up. “How unfortunate. You two are not interested in women, or I could have given the girl to you.”

“How long do you want to relax? You didn't take part in the Olympics, did you?” “Wow... You're sophisticated too. How do you know?” Harry really likes to tease his friend. “Jeez, you–just answer my question already, will you! Do you think I’m joking now?” Look at Grace's fierce gestures at Harry's response. “Ah, you want me to be serious? Okay." This time Harry turned serious with the intention of flirting with Grace. Grace throws him with Alfred's notebook, exasperated herself irritated by Harry’s behavior. “What the hell are you holding so tightly? Did you get a gift?" Suddenly her attention changed to the subject in Harry holding.

The swell of her breasts strained subtly against the fabric, firm and full, making it far too easy to imagine how they’d feel filling my hands again—warm, yielding, perfect. Her lips parted slightly when she saw me looking, pink gloss catching the light. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she finally said, “Alexander, my sister Daphne is here today and would like to greet you.” I shifted my gaze lazily to the woman beside her. Daphne—typical Morgan features, though her posture was all nerves and forced smiles. She stepped forward, bowing slightly. “There’s something I need your help with,” Daphne said, her voice rehearsed but trembling underneath. “Would you mind stepping aside for a mo

Even if what the witch wants me to do is risky, I can’t wait to try this out. “Time to pay Alpha Jordan a visit.” I smiled mischievously as I brushed my long, blonde hair. ** I filled the glass with some freshly squeezed orange juice. Staring around vigilantly to make sure that no one was watching, I added the red liquid into one of the drinks with a faint smile. Picking up the glasses, I went straight to the sitting room where Daphne was seated alone, pressing her phone. “Eleanor, what are you doing here?” Daphne asked as she raised her brows, staring at me in shock. She probably didn’t expect to see me.

They were everything she wasn’t — tall, lethal, unnaturally beautiful, and adored. Jaxon, with his quiet, razor-sharp presence that made even teachers nervous. Maddox, cocky and cruel, the one who could slice her soul open with just a word. And Kyren… the only one who ever hesitated. The only one who sometimes looked at her like she wasn’t trash. But he never said anything. Not when it mattered. Daphne slipped into her last class and exhaled quietly, pressing herself into the back seat. Just a few more days. She’d turn eighteen in two. And she’d be gone. No more school. No more taunts. No more triplets.

“But what do I do? I thought of sleeping with him and getting pregnant, but the chances are very low. He doesn’t even want to lay eyes on me again.” Susan swayed her feet gently. “There’s something I’m working on. I’m expecting feedback today, or at the latest, tomorrow. When I get it, I’ll get back to you. For now, don’t give up. Dull and clumsy can never win against glamour.” Daphne took in a deep breath, hope surging through her. “You’re right. I am Daphne Cooper. What man can resist me?” She chuckled in delight. “Exactly. So relax. Rosa will not stay one more month in this house.”

"Everything was perfect before you came! We were strong! United! Now half the pack wants to protect you and half wants you dead!" He pointed his sword at me. "Well, I'm going to fix that problem." "You have to go through me first," Daphne said firmly. Cornelius laughed harder. "The healer wants to play the hero? You can as well go to hell together." He lunged forward, sword flashing. I cringed, not able to look. But something incredible happened. Daphne moved like lightning. She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and sent him flying across the room.

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.

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.

The grey wolf laughed again, “How is it possible? You should be like me. There’s no way you have a mate—“ Arthur snapped his jaw at him, but the grey wolf twisted and rolled Arthur under him, pinning him. Daphne’s heart lurched as the grey wolf opened his mouth. She had to do something. She lunged forward to get between them. The grey wolf avoided her easily as Arthur reared up to get him away from her.