Shaggy X Daphne Novels & Stories

She needs a job to earn more money and that's her priority. She and Mae-ann left their meal to head to the office. Daphne afterward noticed a man as she was working. She appeared to recognize a famous person in her front. His physique is well-developed, and he is tall. Moreover, he bears a resemblance to actor Ruru Madrid. He looks pretty good in his lovely dress. Daphne approached to help him as he was choosing his first-class sneakers. He was wealthy, which made her feel ashamed. She greeted him with a smile and said, "Hello, Sir, have you made your choice of shoes yet?"

The top is loose-fitting, but the skirt is ruched and hugs her hips and butt like a glove. “Me too! I’ve never been to a club before. I’m excited to dance. Where is this club?” Daphne asks as she steps out of the bathroom after finishing her makeup. She’s in a pair of dark jeans and a black crop top with a deep neckline. She has a slender body, like a model. We are all around the same height, about 5’5, but they both are wearing high heels. I’m sitting on Viviana’s bed wearing jeans and a loose-fitting long-sleeve top.

~DANE~ My screams echoed through the walls of my room as I clenched my fists tightly, drawing blood. Surprises abounded tonight. Not only did I discover that Daphne had survived and was now posing as Sapphire, but her survival threatened to ruin everything I had meticulously planned. How could she still be alive? They had brought me news of her death, prompting me to mate with Alexa quickly. Now, she was back in the arms of the War Alpha, the man I compete with. He had it all: money, fame, and power. It felt like she was rubbing it in my face, making me question why I had rejected her.

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.