Harry Potter/daphne Greengrass Novels & Stories

ᕙ—–———ᕗ Back at the house, Daphne didn’t waste a second as she quickly headed for the basement. Wren and Jordan sat at the long metal table. Azren stood nearby with his arms crossed, and his eyes looking distant. They all turned when Daphne walked in. “Where were you?” Wren asked. “Grey Enterprise,” Daphne said, sliding into an empty chair. “Aria wasn’t there.” Wren frowned. “Not there?” “She’s gone on a business trip.” Daphne paused. “With Knox Grey.”

Her long, dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, her lips painted a deep, inviting red. She stood slowly, her movements calculated, a sultry smile on her face. “My handsome Edward,” she purred. “Long time no see.” I laughed, though it was sharp and humorless. “So, you’re “the Daphne”?” I asked, my disbelief evident. “You must be joking. You’re supposed to be Mildred’s friend. She would never—” My voice caught, anger rising. “Why would you change your name just to pull this off?”

I cried as Emmett growled and I struggled to get out of my mates grip. "No Emmett I have to please." I cried. Emmett held me firm and it was then I saw Daphne run to the magic line suddenly. "Daphne." I cried as everyone froze. A purple light surrounded Daphne as she approached the circle around Carmen. We watched as a flash of light the weird floating grimoire appeared at her side and we watched in horror as Daphne hit the magic line and froze mid air. Time stood still as I watched her in horror flash backs to the moment I lost Sasha raced through me as I fell to my knees when I had been restrained then too. I wasn't going to watch another friend die.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

In Agatha's measured words, a fragile lifeline shimmered within the woven intricacies of our perilous scheme. The following night, under the watchful eyes of a crescent moon, Daphne stood before us, her youthful face alighted with a mixture of thrill and trepidation. Agatha's incantations wove around her, ethereal tendrils snaking about her form, rendering her nearly invisible. I gazed at her, a glimmer of sisterhood pride warming my chest. This was our only chance, and Daphne was our unsung hero.

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

The monitors’ display, the hallways, the kitchen, the dinner, everything including Zane’s room where he still lay unconscious. “Daphne Molare” Madam Von Grey says, revealing herself from her spot at the back. “Or should I say Hailey Stewarts” She says with a smug grin. “The moment I set my eyes on you, you blew your facade when you got shocked seeing me and then the resemblance in the voice, I don’t believe in coincidences Hailey” “Funny I don’t either” I reply bluntly. “You’re a hard girl to kill if I just say, I specifically wanted you dead but time and time again you escaped seems I’ll have to do it myself” she says, titling a knife in hand.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

"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.