روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry And Daphne

“I’m making perfect sense. I’m just making it while being shirtless and married, which seems to be where the confusion starts for you.” She pressed her fingers to her temples. “This is a nightmare. This is a full-blown sun-soaked fever dream.” “Then wake up,” he said, stepping closer again. “Or don’t. Stay in it with me.” Daphne dropped her hand and gave him a glare so cold it should’ve frozen the pool. “You’re enjoying this.” “Not as much as I will be when you eventually realize you’re not as mad as you think.” She let out a half-laugh, half-scream and turned in a tight circle, looking for anything to throw.

Daphne could have torn apart the table we were sitting at with her bare hands and not even break a nail doing it. Valkyries also had magic, hence al the sparks flickering around us and in other spots in the dining hal where the girls were sitting. Every time Daphne's French-manicured nails scraped against something or she got particularly emotional, little princess pink sparks would shoot off her fingertips and fil the air. Daphne had once told me that her fingers were like sparklers on the Fourth of July. I didn't mind the cracks and flashes of color, though. Sitting next to her was like being close to a rainbow. Wel , if rainbows were solid pink. And volatile. Sometimes Daphne's temper fla

****Max PoV**** Daphne and I were sparing before the pups came for their morning training. She had come on so much and was turning into quite the little spitfire. Daphne was all Alpha what she lacked in size she made up in determination. I lost my focus slightly whilst appreciating my mates grace and physical attributes and Daphne got the upper hand pinning me to the ground. "Got you." she smirked as she leaned her face close to mine. Her breath on my face and her suggestive position stradling me had my body instantly reacting to her. The mate tingles on my pinned wrists intensified and I groaned.

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

The Daphe’s scream shattered the silence of the chamber. “Has it come to this, Zerach?” Daphne’s voice trembled with fury, her golden hair falling loose about her shoulders. Her hand clutched the doorframe as though it were the only thing keeping her from collapsing. “My king, my husband—on our bed, with a maid?” The sight before her burned into her mind: Rosa, curled against the Horned King’s chest, his arm wrapped around her as if to shield her. Their closeness, their whispers, their ease together — it was a lover’s scene, cruel and undeniable.

“Come, my daughter. Come with me, Daphne.” Then, I saw a ring on his fingers. There was a fang carved on it. Without hesitation, I shook my head and stepped backwards. “What are you waiting for, Daphne? Come with me. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever desired. Those that once taunted you will worship the ground you step on.” His voice was convincing, and I reached for his hand. However, I had a change of mind and snatched my wrist from him. “No! No!”

As for me, I'm ready to lose everything or even start from scratch and experience the hardships of life, but I saw how everything is so necessary to Craig, so I can't just let him down. The first time that Daphne hugged me so tight was out of fear. I just felt like I wanted to take care of her. I didn't know at the time that was the reason. All I know is that what I am doing is for Craig's benefit. My absurd dream with Daphne wouldn't have just kissed and reached something even more vulgar if I hadn't woken up. Come to think of it, why would I dream about a person that I just recently met? That was totally fucking weird.

There was no fated mate bond between us, but there was a heavy, intoxicating pull that made me completely dizzy. The romantic rain washed over us, soaking my hair and dripping down his blood-smeared, perfect jaw, but neither of us moved. "Who..." his voice was a deep, rough gravel that vibrated right through my hands and straight down my spine. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into my skin as his eyes raked over my face, looking at me with total fascination. "Who the hell are you?" "Daphne ," I whispered, breathless, staring right back into his dangerous, gorgeous eyes. My heart was pounding furiously, trapped beneath his massive body. "And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, yo

She gasped for air, her vision blurring as the pressure increased. “Let me go!” Daphne whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled against his grip. Fear surged through her, her mind racing with desperation as she clawed at his hands, trying to free herself. The room spun around her, and she felt her strength fading, the cold grip of panic setting in as she realized just how close she was to losing consciousness.

~DANE~ My screams echoed through the walls of my room as I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood. Surprises abounded tonight. Not only did I discover that Daphne had survived and was now posing as Sapphire, but her survival threatened to ruin everything I had meticulously planned. How could she still be alive? They had brought me news of her death, prompting me to mate with Alexa quickly. Now, she was back in the arms of the War Alpha, the man I compete with. He had it all: money, fame, and power. It felt like she was rubbing it in my face, making me question why I had rejected her.