Harry X Daphne Novels & Stories

Now that her sister and brother in law decided to go for world tour she stay with Draco’s nephew Harry Finn. Harry was very happy to have hazel and Xavier his home after his parents left for world tour. Harry’s mother/ Draco’s sister helped her through her pregnancy do much that she can’t thank enough. Harry has been helping her since then with Xavier. Harry was the brother she never had and she was very thankful to Draco Blackford that she met Harry. Harry had recently broke up with her boyfriend and now was single so he babysit Xavier also. Yes, Harry is gay and the most nicest person she had came across.

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.

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.

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.

All the grandeur and money could not erase the pain I had seen in Dane's eyes. Silence throughout the meal, Katherine played her part in this macabre theatre, her presence a constant reminder of the complex dynamics at play. It was clear Dane knew her. I wish he had told me about her before we arrived. Like so many other things I'd wished I'd known about before.

"Everything alright darling?" I don't answer her, but lay my head on her shoulder. She leaves me alone, playing her fingers in my hair. I close my eyes to the soothing touch of her fingers combing my hair. Olivia has been helping keep me calm since we learned about Victoria's special spell to change me into a Dhamphir along with my baby.

I heard him say and cocked a brow, surely the cruel king did not just try to make a joke. A rather obvious one at that. My lips quivered as I fought against the urge to laugh at his humor, his gaze softened and before I knew it, he was lowering his lips to meet mine. Only this time, before he crashed them on mine he said something completely mortifying. "Be with me forever...my Daphne." He declared then pressed his lips on mine, seizing them in another passionate exchange. Only this time my body wasn't frozen in fear, but in complete shock! Simply because he had moaned the name, Daphne. But my name was Heather!

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.

For the first time, Harvey's expression was utterly cold. Luke chuckled, dusting himself off as he got to his feet. "Well, well, if it isn't Harvey." His voice dripped with mockery. "Let me introduce myself properly—I'm her ex. A friendly warning, since I've been in your shoes before: she loves money more than anything. The second you go broke, she'll be gone faster than you can blink." Harvey didn't react to the words. His gaze fell instead on Daphne's wrist, where red marks stood stark against her pale skin. He brushed his thumb over them gently.

As a good listener I eavesdropped on their conversation. "Where's Daphne?" Scott inquired staring directly at the Ofwolfe, I knew Scott still thinks he's mated to Daphne. "Well if she's not in the dungeons as we supposed them Xavier must have released her before we arrived here" Ofwolfe divulged hating the fact that he couldn't find the one that he thinks he's mated to. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Scott retorted, he was getting pissed by Scott unattained words.