Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Has A Crush On Harry Novels & Stories

I thought back to the non-chalant bad boy and envisioned him as a prince. I turned to Daphne about to speak but the look in her eyes made me step back. She glares down at Ember who has her creepy smile in the portrait as she stands next to her father. Daphne's eyes hold one emotion—hate. “D….Daphne” I called and she shut her eyes and slowly turned back to me taking a deep breath. “What's wrong?” I asked, the look on her face a moment ago, looked like she was capable of murder.

She quickly ignored that intention. But Duncan Hiddleston saw her adorable face. Feeling happy in my heart. He tried to hold her back, but the more he stared at her, the more he was infatuated. In Duncan Hiddleston's eyes appeared a thread connecting her eyes. Phedra Elizabeth could not accept being humiliated. She immediately hit him a few times. Then sign his name on his forehead. Duncan Hiddleston suddenly blushed and turned away. [Congratulations to the owner for +100 points, the male lead is in a happy mood.]

Daphne After that first, violent collision of our lips, Chris pulled back abruptly. His hands slid from my waist to my shoulders, shoving me back just far enough to let his dark, predatory stare rake over my body. "You look..." His voice broke into a low rumble of disbelief. "You look incredible in this, Daphne."

And in stepped in… Daphne! Her shoes banged against the floor like gunshots. Her eyes locked on mine, breaking up in a smile, I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.Daphne was dressed in skimpy shorts and a black singlet. Her hair was propped back in a ponytail, and she was on a set of Adidas sneakers. she stopped near the foot of the bed, hands on her hips like she was the queen of the freaking empire. She flashed Xavier a grin that was way too familiar. “Rise up and shine!!,”

“You’ve got a crush.” Max shot her a glare. “I do not.” “You so do,” she teased, a grin breaking across her face. “You are smitten.” “I’m not—” “She looked like she needed to escape,” Daphne mimicked in a dreamy, exaggerated voice. “Oh my God, Max. Are you trying to be her knight in shining armor? You want to rescue her from her tyrant father and live happily ever after?” “Shut up, Daphne.”

"She's a nasty piece of work - She must have a screw loose. I hate her." "Daphne is obsessed with the King and will stop at nothing to get rid of any competition." He said, sighing. "She has been his concubine for years, but he has never cared for her or wanted to make her his queen. She thinks that by bearing him a child, she will secure her place and power."

The fact that Daphne was actually trying to justify what she'd done was driving me crazy. “You're disgusting,” Bryan said, looking at her with contempt. He turned to Chase. “Please tell me you had absolutely nothing to do with this psycho.” “I would never,” Chase replied before facing Daphne. “You really did all this because of some fantasy about us?” “Why can't you see it, Chase?” she cried. “Why can't you see how deep my love for you runs?” “God forbid! I rebuke you and whatever you think you feel for me. Don't ever call that love.”

Never in a million years would I expect Valerie's daughter to actually be Elaine, William's beloved lover. God sure knew how to make me look like the biggest clown ever. The men whom my mother and I loved the most ended up getting stolen by the mother-daughter duo! Elaine approached me happily and took my hand. "Daphne, can I stay with you? I like your room!" I yanked her hand away before closing the door in Elaine's and Valerie's faces.I wanted to shut them out of my life. Dad—no, Charles yelled angrily from outside my room, "Where are your manners, Daphne Thorn? Elaine's your younger sister, and yet you never greeted her properly!"

It was anger—fury—that someone could waltz in and take Daisy’s place without earning it, without the history, without the pain and the joy they had shared. And Oliver… Oliver was letting it happen. I remembered the way Daphne had looked at me earlier that day before she told me not to come to their house again. There had been no fear in her eyes—only fire. She wasn’t just playing sweet for Oliver. She had claws, and she wasn’t afraid to use them. I hated to admit it, but she had caught me off guard. Still, she underestimated me. No one tells me I’m not welcome. Not without consequences.

His hair carries a similarly dark shade, and I move on instinct. His cologne is hard to miss when I reach him, and he’s even more imposing. I know he’s a tall man just from looking. With my pointer finger, I politely tap him on his shoulder. ‘It’s simple, Daphne. Ask him to dance with you.’ That's what I think to myself, but when the man slowly tilts his head to me, my throat dries up, and my tongue disappears. It literally does, because I can no longer feel the organ in my mouth.