Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Has A Crush On Harry Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

Daphne's POV My heart slammed so fast while I stared at those lines that crested alongside his forehead, like he was going to yank the hall down if I didn't say a name. My stomach flipped, I wasn't sure if these feelings I was having, I was supposed to have them. They didn't feel right to me, but I found myself leaning toward them. Craving and wanting them. “ I don't owe you an explanation for whatever purpose you think you are bluffing out trash. Let me be” I tried to shove him aside, walking past him when his hands wrapped themselves around my wrist.

’ 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!"

Daphne had wore the red short gown her father gave to her on her 19th birthday, although she had not change much except her breast that has gotten large with her hip slightly wide, she decided to wear it to the bar. She knew what the sexy irresistible male god was getting at, her heart started racing. Six months she had been alone, no one to make her feel like a woman, and this arrogant stranger who is full of himself is a shot she was willing to take, and moreover she is dream to him at first sight. "Now mister, why would I want to go anywhere private with you?" "So I can fuck you" he answered without hesitation.

He asked, coming closer, his breath smelling like expensive mints. I quickly thought of Daphne's infatuation with Mr Ashford. In case you didn't understand the magnitude of what I said earlier. It is more than a mere crush. Daphne is obsessed with him, and always talking about him and looking for opportunities to meet him. Daphne who had ruined me for a pair of boots. Daphne. If I did this I wouldn't just save the farm. I'd probably be wearing a diamond ring. She's obsessed with those too.

Harper wiped a tear from her own face and hugged me tightly. “Why are you crying, silly girl?” I asked softly. “I’m so happy, Daphne,” she said, her voice catching. “You’ve gone through so much in this pack. You’ve been pushed down, judged, almost lost everything, and now…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with emotion. She held me closer. “I’ve always been your number one fan, Daphne. I always will be,” she whispered. I laughed softly and hugged her back. “I know, Harper. You’re my second love after Theo, obviously,” I teased, making her giggle. The other ladies laughed along, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased.

Or urge my hands to knock. So I stood frozen for minutes, listening to the faint sound of movement inside. My pulse was uncomfortably loud in my ears. And when I would finally muster the courage to reach fit the door knob. It twisted before I could touch it. The door opened. And I was met with a very shocked Daphne who was clad in a skimpy satin dress, with her hair let loose? I wonder how those luscious locks would feel in my hands.The thought hit me so sharply that I almost lost focus.