Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It’s just an adjustment period. By lunchtime, I was barely holding it together. My head throbbed from filtering out constant conversations, and my stomach rolled at the overwhelming scent of food. Daphne slid into the seat next to me, having gottan a job at the hospital after finishing her schooling. “Hey girl,” she hummed happily, her blonde hair sweeping over her scrubs. “It feels like it’s been forever! How ya been my favoirte romance protagonist?” I just had to make it through lunch with Daphne, and then I could reevaluate how much of a mistake I had made.

Hello readers, Daphne is back but as Talia, and she has one aim in mind. That is to make Lorenzo pay for hurting her father. She has amnesia and doesn't recall him but that rage in her keeps her burning. What they have is a love hate relationship but would it last? When Lorenzo has imprinted himself in her? Daphne's POV The fumes of cars engine drifted into my nose while I took in a sharp glance, my heart accelerating before placing the ringing phone against my ears.

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.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

Chapter 04. A JOURNEY BACK HOME. Daphne's POV. I gasped, breathing heavily. I glanced at my hands, and then to the clothes I was putting on. There were a few bruises on my hands, and blood stains on the brown knee-length jacket that I was putting on. I blinked my eyes rapidly in confusing as I stared at my palms, something wasn't right. As I turned to the side mirror, my heart sank. I was seeing a different face on the side mirror: purple hair, brown eyes, and a nose ring.

She spun on her heel and hurried away, her footsteps tapping the floor. Daphne dropped to her knees immediately. She hoped that if she looked busy enough with the apples, everyone would stop staring. No such luck. A pair of expensive, shiny leather boots appeared right in her line of sight, stopping beside one of the apples. To her absolute horror, her stomach sank when Griffith crouched down and picked it up, placing it gently into her basket. Daphne wanted to grab the remaining apples and run as fast as her legs could manage, but she kept to moving gracefully.

Alex dabbed her hand, pinned them above her head, his hip moved up and down, side to side as she scream for him to take her faster, Alex was close and he knew she too was, he kept pounding harder until they both came together, he let out a loud moan and kissed her lip. He pulled out and over to his side, " That was amazing, Daphne, we will do it again" he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, Alex picked his phone, made a transfer to her account, stood up and went into the bathroom. After shower he came out to meet an empty bedroom, Daphne was nowhere to be found. ***********

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.

Azrael said with an annoyed frown as this girl, Hara, straddled Azrael’s thighs as I stared at her confidence before I removed my eyes. “I missed you. Plus, sis Daphne has been whining to me about how you treated her in front of an omega; turns out you have a new lover. Say, say… Do you like him?” She asked as she took off the shades to reveal eyes of two different colours, brown and green. “Please don’t read whatever you want about me and Azrael! Also, I’m a married man!” I informed her as she laid her head on Azrael’s chest who didn’t have any interest in anything happening.

Rasmus asks, but from his tone, I know it’s nothing more than formality—empty courtesies before the real questions come. Beside him, Daphne chuckles softly. “What a strange friendship,” she says, stepping forward with her usual effortless grace. “Who would’ve thought these two would have to tolerate each other?” She turns to me then, and without warning, wraps me in a hug. Her perfume is floral and sharp, like roses crushed underfoot. “You look different,” she says, pulling back to study my face. “I didn’t think a wretched place like Thornhall could do this to you—I’ve heard all the creepy, murderous tales of that castle. Or is it being away from Caelondor… with Magnus… that’s responsible fo