Harry X Daphne Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry feels his cheeks blush with her confession "Oh Harry" Diane remembers everything she has planned with her boyfriend to end Harry and her stomach immediately twists as does her heart, truly even though he was cold sentimentally and an ogre by default, Harry didn't deserve to be hurt by her and Joshua, let alone consummate what they were thinking. "Harry I think we should both just stick to the contract" she turns her back to him and looking to she feels her eyes fade and a huge stream of tears begin to fall, she felt something inside her was burning, and she was also liking Harry and that really scared her, and not because of him, but because of what Joshua could do against her, she no

Theodore continued. Angrily, I kicked my feet against the table, still boiling with annoyance. Who could Owen be? He even called her his beloved? Daphne is mine; I can’t let him take her away from me. “Get Daphne here now.” I ordered, sitting heavily on the couch, not minding my bleeding palm. Theodore nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” With that, he left the room. A few minutes later, he came in with Daphne. She stared at me with panic in her eyes. I gestured to Theodore to leave, and he did immediately.

I urged. With a heavy heart, Dane conceded. "Please don't hate me," he whispered before gently pressing his pierced finger to my lips. He then signaled Deirk to join us, offering him the same connection before leaning in to bite my neck. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the white space, Dane's voice broke through the silence, his apology heavy with emotion that I could somehow feel. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting, really. I'm just terrified you won't see me the same way after this."

I don’t know how he can’t see it. He should be with someone who loves him for who he is on the inside. Someone who would make sure he knew everyday how wonderful he is, not use him for what he can give them. Not that Daphne would ever let anyone get close enough to show him the appreciation he deserves. Daphne scans the crowd as if she’s looking for someone. Her eyes lock with mine and I see the evil lurking just under the surface. Her smirk spreads into a wicked grin before her expression turns grim, full of contempt and feigned horror.

Darcy looked at the weak bitch lying in front of her eyes and left from there. Xavier looked at Darcy with the Pain in his Heart and before anyone could notice them, he closed the doors of the room. He slowly licked the bleeding part controlling his urge to Consume her. He licked her over there making her Heal faster than she always does. He doesn't want her pain to last even for Eight Hours like it always does. He is the only one who knows her Secret and he wants to keep it a Secret.

"Mother... I don't want to marry that old guy. Please, even if I don't have to study anymore..." Daphne knelt and begged her mother when they were at home. "Stop acting, Daphne. Stop crying! I thought you were smart. Why don't you use your brain now? Huh? Your life will be fine, baby... Listen to me. I know better what will be good for you..." no "I don't want it, Mother..." Daphne whined. Rose turned back with her hand falling. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down both her cheeks.

There is no conversation because Harry prefers to cover Ana's mouth with his right hand while his left hand hugs Ana's shoulder so that he doesn't let go. "Huft" Ana let out a heavy breath. She did not know what happened today. She could only surrender. There were no words and curses that She uttered for Harry. Only the loyal cynical gaze she gave to the arrogant boy she hated so much. She started crying. The tears that She had been holding back from the start, slowly streamed down her cheeks. "Obey me! I will make you my slave. Not a servant in my family's house " "What is the difference?'

Hermes thought his legs were going to give out when she suddenly stood up with a smile. "You were right; I needed a closer look," Daphne said. Hermes couldn't take it anymore. He lifted her so she would wrap her legs around him. "Enough playing." He said as he put her back against the wall and slammed into her. Daphne held onto him tightly as he thrust into her repeatedly. Her eyes rolled back in her head; it was even better than she had expected. Without thinking, her canines extended, and she bit into his neck. Hermes' legs buckled from the intense sparks. When she pulled her head back, he chuckled.

I follow her gaze to see him slouched on a seat alone, nursing a bottle of whatever that is, his hair is framed across his face, making him look like someone who hasn’t had proper sleep in days. “I’ll go check on him.” Arya says, slipping out of my hands. My body instantly goes cold the moment I am not holding her anymore, sighing, I watch as she saunters over to his side and seats in the chair facing him. His face brightens up a little as he talks to Arya; of course, my Arya has that kind of effect on everybody. The door opens and Daphne works in, cheeks flushed from the cold. Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me.

Finally, I heard footsteps which was followed by the sound of a key turned in the lock. And the door swung open. Xavier walked in and I forced myself to my feet, a heavy sigh of relief escaping my mouth. He had removed his tuxedo jacket, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked calm. But he wasn't alone. “Sarah had just one job—” he was muttering under his breath. Daphne stepped in behind him. She was still wearing that floral silk dress, her hand resting proudly on her pregnant belly. She looked at me, and a slow, cruel smile spread across her face.