Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I thought so." She uncorked the bottle and held it to Hermione's lips. "Drink." "What is it?" Hermione pulled back, heart racing. Daphne's hand shot out, grabbing her jaw with surprising strength. She forced Hermione's mouth open and tipped the bottle. The liquid was bitter. Hermione gagged, coughed, swallowed against her will. It burned going down. Daphne released her. "There." She brushed off her dress, satisfied. "Now we're safe." She rose to her feet, looking down at Hermione like she was something she'd scraped off her shoe.

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

She patted Daryl's shoulder. Six more years passed, and Daphne started school. Daphne is a happy and intelligent child. Sometimes other kids like her because of her different eyes. Daphne inherited her Turkish father's green eyes. Meanwhile, she became the target of the mothers' gossip. They said she was the daughter of one of her mother's customers. That thing never left Daphne's mind until she was in grade 12. Rose returned to the club after giving birth to Daphne. While Daryl acted as a father to her, her mother's only brother also became an excellent uncle.

Daphne looked at me, and she moved hesitantly to place the bouquet on the grave. "Hello, ma'am." Daphne looked trembling. She then sobbed and turned to hug me. Her body was trembling. "Why didn't you tell me!" Daphne exclaimed in my arms. I wiped away the tears that I could never hold back whenever I was in this place. I cried in Daphne's arms, and we hugged each other with tears rolling down our cheeks.

She completely ignored Nathan's desperate cries for her to stay. She needed to find me immediately and give me a real, heartfelt apology. It was fine. After all, I loved her so much. I loved her enough to alter the entire course of my life and give up going abroad. She was certain that she could win me back. Comforted by her own logic, Daphne calmed down a little. The moment she reached the campus gates, she ran into a student council member who was handling the sign-out sheet for the hiking drill. She snatched the clipboard to look for my name. It was signed, but it wasn't my handwriting.

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.