Harry X Daphne Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

"Xander, I understand why you were going along with Charles's plan. I know that your dad has told you stories of me and what I can do, and I know you were only doing what you think is best for your people. And I want you to know that I'm not upset with you. I would do the same thing if I were in your shoes. " Tears peak at the corner of Xander's eyes. He was silent, so I took that as my cue to continue. "I also want you to know, back then, I loved Harry. I loved him more than anything, but I was so afraid of Samuel, and I'm ashamed to admit this, but I was also power and money-hungry. But when I saw that Harry was willing to give up his kingdom for me, I knew that he was the choice I would m

It reminds me too much of Sophomore year, when Daphne and I were best friends, and before the incident with Harrison. Daphne always wanted to go to every football game, hoping to catch Harrison's attention. She knew if she was friends—or more—with Harrison, that she'd be immediately popular, and it would surely secure her a spot on the Dance Team. Harrison had that much power. She would try and talk to him after every game. It is weird to see her sitting next to him now, such good friends. I wonder what she did to earn it. I notice Daniel on the track, casually jogging. My eyes scan the area until they come upon his track bag. The keys must be in there. He notices me as I walk through the ch

Her chocolate hair had been moved to the side, revealing the creamy skin of her neck and shoulders, he was tempted to mark her as his already. “Thank you”, Daphne said with a blush as Sarah helped her up from her seat. Sarah held Daphne as they walked towards the door to meet the alpha king since Daphne was still getting to know how to walk on the death trap called heels. “Thank you, I can take it from here”, Dwayne said to Sarah, collecting Daphne’s hands from hers. “Very well, your majesty”, Sarah said before bowing and leaving the room to give them some privacy.

Soft-spoken people were the most terrifying when they were truly angry. Harvey looked down at him. "Remember this: she's my fiancée now. What she was before is none of your concern." His foot bore down just slightly. "Especially not someone like you." With that, he turned and led Daphne upstairs. Inside the quiet of the lounge, Harvey knelt down and slipped off her heels. Then, his fingers brushed a stray curl away from her forehead. "Are you scared?" he asked gently. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears pooling in her eyes, and shook her head.

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.

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.

Hello readers, Daphne is back but as Talia, and she has one aim in mind. That is to make Lorenzo pay for hurting her father. She has amnesia and doesn't recall him but that rage in her keeps her burning. What they have is a love hate relationship but would it last? When Lorenzo has imprinted himself in her? Daphne's POV The fumes of cars engine drifted into my nose while I took in a sharp glance, my heart accelerating before placing the ringing phone against my ears.

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.

She spun on her heel and hurried away, her footsteps tapping the floor. Daphne dropped to her knees immediately. She hoped that if she looked busy enough with the apples, everyone would stop staring. No such luck. A pair of expensive, shiny leather boots appeared right in her line of sight, stopping beside one of the apples. To her absolute horror, her stomach sank when Griffith crouched down and picked it up, placing it gently into her basket. Daphne wanted to grab the remaining apples and run as fast as her legs could manage, but she kept to moving gracefully.