Harry Potter Fanfiction Daphne Sees Harry's Scars นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

"Just watch and learn, Theo. Your brother gave me the pain yesterday, it turns out he was just playing with me. Now it's my turn. I'll just see if he goes ahead with what he's planning." They entered the hospital and went to Treyton's room. Theo was left in the waiting area. Treyton was currently getting dressed when Daphne entered. And it didn't seem to matter if he was looking. Daphne could clearly see his body that she had already touched and kissed several times. It's a beautiful sight because his biceps are visible and all that was missing earlier. At that moment, both of Daphne's cheeks turned red. Fvck, This man is really a temptation!

Darius told me, as we reached my study, with an irritation in his voice that was impossible to miss. I knew that Daphne was the woman who had my heart, which was why whenever I looked at Heather, I would uncontrollably get agitated and want to make her suffer. Just like me. But then again, did I truly only pity her? "Brother!" I heard a familiar voice cry out, without having to look behind me I could tell that it was Penelope in a frantic state, who had just come back from visiting Heather. Something felt wrong here. "What's the matter?" I demanded, my hand suspended on the door handle of my study.

Seeing the ugly scene and people in front of her again, she exploded into tears and cried her heart out. “Why are you so noisy? Damn it!” Jay yelled, stomping his feet on the ground. Daphne flinched, choking on her tears and she covered her mouth. Jay sighed, he cussed out before walking proudly to crying Daphne. He crouched in front of her and removed his glove. With a throaty laugh, he raised his finger to examine the bruises on Daphne’s face. She slowly pulled back whimpering. “What a waste of beauty,” he said now staring at Daphne’s body and some parts that are exposed.

As Arosh battles and attempts to get away from Harry's hug. "Damn it Harry! Release me!" Arosh expressed apprehensively to Harry, as she felt he was intending to follow through with something. All things considered, are you terrified of apparitions or me?' Harry asked while checking her lips out 'Damn Harry! Delivered me or disaster will be imminent” "Or probably what? Then, at that point, Harry turned her on the bed and she was currently lying on the bed and Harry was on top of her. Will you send me to Hell or cover me alive? "Grinning Harry ridiculed her.

She couldn't explain. "He will provide for your studies and everything you need. You don't have to come to the club; you can buy everything you want. Do you want that?" Daphne didn't say a word and kept her head down. She was constantly fidgeting with her fingers. Her swallowing is also steady. "You are so beautiful. I really like you." The older man's eyes twinkled brightly as his smile spread across his lips. "What are you doing, Rose?!" Daryl suddenly arrived and immediately pulled Rose and Daphne. "Just for a while, Mr. Bolat," Rose said while walking away due to Daryl pulling her.

Joy and wild sparkle in those hazel eyes locked on me, as everyone bullied me till I was allowed to hide in the corner. Then he appeared again. I could almost see the smirk on his drunk and flushed face. I could faintly smell the whiff of whiskey mingling within that, with the gravitating weight of his palm pressing into the small of my back. Somewhere deep down, I was aware that I should turn around and walk away. I should bid him farewell knowing that I was nothing more than a pathetic punchline to Jake Lawson. But I didn't. Whats even worse… I gave in to every little thing he did to me, and I wanted it all.

After my scars were fixed, I started accepting invitations to high-society events. Before, I'd avoid every gathering possible, and when I couldn't get out of it, I'd wear a veil to hide my face. I'd spent so long covering up that I'd almost forgotten what I looked like without the scars. Rosetti didn't give a damn about appearances. He'd show up to every party like nothing was wrong, totally ignoring all the "Beauty and the Beast" comments people made behind our backs. What I didn't know was that while I was on Rosetti's arm at these events, someone else was always watching from the shadows.

I ask as I bring his hand closer to touch it and trail it on the scar. "It's from six years ago, the coronation. The guy sliced me with a knife. It left a scar. It never healed. I don't know what kind of knife it was." Harry explains, and my jaw drops as I continue to trace the long scar. "Now you know everything," Harry says in a whisper, and it's the first time I realise that I'm touching him intimately. I'm now sitting at my desk, and we're so close. "Now, I do," I say in the same voice as him.

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.