Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry X Daphne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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!”

he assured me. “I thought you liked the old Daphne,” I teased. “I want you however I can have you,” he said, his voice lowering, sending my heart racing. “I love that.” “Yeah?” “Yeah,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him. “So, what is this new Daphne like? Who am I introducing?” he asked, continuing the playful banter. “Hmm…” I said. “Yes, take your time,” he teased, making me laugh softly. “She is braver.”

She began laughing, and this time, her laughter became more and more hysterical. "William, even if you get rid of me, Daphne still won't get back with you. She told me before that she's already dead on the inside. She's dead on the inside, you see!" Elaine was right. I was dead on the inside. William could only look at me with tears in his eyes. He took a step forward, hoping to get closer to me. But I reacted by taking a step backward so that I could stay away from him. The more he advanced, the more I retreated. In the end, William grew tired of the situation.

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.

There are going to be lots of eyes on me as the returned Princess and the champion’s declared mate – I want to show everyone that I’m proud of both. “Hmm,” Daphne says, tapping her lip with her finger and staring into the wardrobe. “I might have an…idea. Do you mind?” She raises her eyebrow at me and mom, and I know that we both give her the same grin.

I mean, she had given me all sorts of looks but that one just hit differently- it somehow made me want to regret my decision but truth to be told, I did not regret it and I could do it a million times over. My father would not kill or severely harm Harrison unless he plans to hurt and kill me so I am quite satisfied by that. I mean, it had been two days and I had not sensed any kind of danger on my mate so it was probably a good sign. The only thing my father could really do was keep us away from each other and even though I hated being away from him a lot, I knew it was my only thread of hope at the moment. Narrator’s POV. Daphne sat on her throne with a bottle of wolfsbane in her hand, she

"I suggest you go back to your dorm room and get some rest. The sick belong in their beds." Once again, Helena didn't know if it was the way he spoke or the effect of his powers, but she wordlessly retrieved her book bag and left. "What can I do for you, Master?" Smiling, Xavier pulled Daphne close and kissed her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her Satanic heart overwhelmed with the happiness of being kissed by the Antichrist. But wait, there was something entering her mouth from his, other than his tongue of course. She could feel it running down her throat and filling her whole body. It felt like death. He pulled his lips away, revealing a black miasma flowing into her throat from him

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.

Her eyes opened wide, as if she were in a trance, compelled to divulge the well-guarded secrets she had hidden deep within. "I've always longed for Ragnar to be mine," Daphne's voice trembled as the truth spilled out. "My world crumbled when he introduced a witch as his mate. At first, he told me it was merely for procreation, and I reluctantly accepted. But my heartache deepened when he began developing genuine feelings for her. Despite his past history with witches, his newfound connection with her grew stronger, and I felt cast aside."

Damon said pointing to the last empty chair on our table, she pulled out the chair and we all took our seats. “How have you been?! Your father was so worried about you,” Daphne began “ I don’t think I’ve paid so much attention to you before. But after I spoke to your dad and I’m seeing you now, I’m so glad you look okay and healthy, Atleast bodily,” she concluded, Rose slowly folded her hands around her chest and nodded slowly. “You know, four months ago after Harper stood up to her mother, I secretly loathed her. I really hated that you did that,”