Harry X Daphne Novels & Stories

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.

Only Daphne. After Mr. Zhu, Liam, Jonas Harry and a few more of Joan's acquaintances, who were young businessmen who had been eyeing Daphne since the beginning, shook hands with me. They're all haughty. Even though it's a supposedly happy engagement event, these rich people always come to compete and look for new colleagues.

Daphne said. Black returned his gaze to her, eyes widened in shock and his brows drew together in confusion “A frog?” He asked. “My husband-to-be is a frog and I’m a princess,” Daphne said laughing so much.

“Listen, I love this little rebellion thing you’ve got going on here, but what happens if he actually tracks you down and finds you here?” “He’s not going to find me,” Daphne said boldly. “Yeah? Think again, hot mom.” Rosalind snorted. “Storm was completely head over heels for you long before you ever got pregnant. Don't tell me you forgot the time you vanished for six hours during the opening of the second farmer’s market? The man literally mobilized his warriors and searched three different packs just to find you.” Daphne stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw slack. “What?”

There was no fated mate bond between us, but there was a heavy, intoxicating pull that made me completely dizzy. The romantic rain washed over us, soaking my hair and dripping down his blood-smeared, perfect jaw, but neither of us moved. "Who..." his voice was a deep, rough gravel that vibrated right through my hands and straight down my spine. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into my skin as his eyes raked over my face, looking at me with total fascination. "Who the hell are you?" "Daphne ," I whispered, breathless, staring right back into his dangerous, gorgeous eyes. My heart was pounding furiously, trapped beneath his massive body. "And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, yo

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.

Offering an apologetic smile, Daphne remarked, "I'll need to wash the chocolate off my hair. Regrettably, I won't be able to make coffee for you." Edgar’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I do not want to visit your apartment just because of coffee.Speaking of your hair,could you allow me assist you in drying it,please?” Daphne found no reason to decline. She had been involved with Edgar for several dates, their connection deepening with each passing encounter. So she saw no reason not to invite him into her apartment. With a smile adorning her face, she replied, "Then I'll wash my hair after brewing the coffee."

Seraphina could feel Lady Persephone’s hot gaze on her back like daggers. She finished filling Lady Lissandra’s cup and stepped back to the side with her eyes cast down again. She sent a silent prayer that no one else heard Lady Lissandra’s comment though she knew it was unlikely as half of the guests were vampires not to mention, voices travelled in the courtyard as though it was an ample Théâtre. Lord Silverus from House De-Montagu spoke up “Yes, Lady Persephone, do tell us how you managed to acquire a Dhampir servant, and one with such...interesting markings as well?” his green eyes glistened at her. At that moment, she realised she hadn't fixed her hair since Lady Lissandra moved it leav

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.

"Daphne? What are you doing back here?" Daphne had actually returned for a while but hadn't seen Darius yet. Darius was not exactly a good person, so she usually kept her distance. However, seeing Xavier kiss another woman today upset her, so she came to the bar for a drink. She didn't expect to run into Darius. Daphne didn't want to engage with him. As she stood up to leave, Darius pushed her back down. "Sit down! Where are you going? We're old acquaintances, aren't we? Since we've met, let's have a drink together."