Harry Potter X Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

Daphne's hand had been cut and was bleeding. She looked at the blood that was oozing out and suddenly seemed to think of something. She picked up a shard off the floor and viciously cut her wrist. After that, she sent photos and a message to Xavier. "Xav, it hurts so much. I really want to see you. Can you come and see me?" Half an hour later, Xavier rushed over to Northsky Apartments. He found Daphne dressed skimpily as she sat on the floor. The blood from her wrist was dripping onto the floor, forming blotches that looked like bright red flowers.

Xavia frowned as she looked at Zivon. Who was this? She was not in the document that she studied, right? Zivon’s precious line of sight passed through Xavia and fell on the girl. “Did the Lockhart family send you here?” The girl nodded. “Yes, Young Master. My name is Daphne Xydias. Madam asked me to come over here to take good care of Miss Lockhart. It will also be convenient for Miss Lockhart to ask me anything that she needs to know.” Her tone was polite and she looked well-behaved.

Persephone scoffed, rolling her eyes off and turning to the pair standing behind her. “Whatever.” Freya muttered, withdrawing her sword back and moving back, taking out her water bottle and sitting on the rock to witness the greatest battle that was about to take place. “You guys okay?” Persephone asked, noticing them. “Yeah…” Daphne nodded but before she could complete her words, her body lost its strength abruptly, passing out from exhaustion. “Daphne!” Randall gasped, holding her in his arm, laying her down and holding her tenderly, worried about her.

she cursed, dropping the phone back on the table. As she stared at the cereal, she scrunched her eyebrows in disapproval. She sudden hated the way it looked. There was no way she could eat it now. Thanks to Shaun. She made a mistake and she wanted to leave that mistake buried to avoid hurting Xavier more than she had already done. ***** Xavier sat in his office, scribbling something on a piece of paper when the door was suddenly opened, revealing a very angry Daphne. He looked up confused with furrowed eyebrows as he watched her march until she got to his front.

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.

Daphne was never a fan of them. The person standing in front of me was so different from her but still, a man could only hope. Her scent, her face but when I stare at her eyes, all of my high hopes crashed. Her eyes weren't Hazel, instead they were honey brown with sparks of black in them. “What are you doing here?” I stood erect, demanding to know. She straddled around, her cleavages out to me as she bent over seductively, my eyes purred over her boobs. They weren't looking bad, just the perfect size that would fit in my palm.

"Yeah, I'm sorry! Oh, I'm leaving first! I'm going to find a sugar daddy who can die easily!" Daphne just shook her head and followed her friend. And she frowned when she saw Claude blocking Izzy's path. There's something between her friends, Izzy and Claude. But that was not the right time for her to pay attention to it. She took her phone and went to the garden. She called Treyton. "Hello, Love?" Daphne answered immediately when Treyton answered the call. "Hello? You got called, Love? Is there anything wrong?" "I need help because..."

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

She asks, bitterness lacing her tone, but she immediately bites down on her lower lip, a perpetual habit of hers, I’ve noticed, like she regrets snapping. Before she can apologize, Brayan’s voice comes from the passage connecting the living room with the other four rooms in the chalet. “Daddy, who is that?” When I turn to face him, Brayan is rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his palm, but it’s the gasp I hear from Daphne that causes me to turn back to her. “You are married?” She asks, her eyes shooting wide open to the point where her eyebrows almost touch her hairline.

I glanced at Daphne to be sure she was sleeping before pulling out the green potion from under my pillow. The potion had microorganisms swimming around it, almost like the potion was alive. I had checked books about it and was told that truly, if I mix it inside my shampoo, then my hair would be cut in half instead of the hair chopping off irregularly. It was definitely a hair remover potion laced with magic. I got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure to glance at Daphne and be sure she was sleeping. I got in and poured the contents of the potion into the shampoo. I mixed it thoroughly so it could have a nice blend.