The Order Finds Out Harry Has A Girlfriend Fanfiction Daphne

My firefighter husband had fallen from a great height during a mission and was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood. As the only person capable of saving him, I stood just outside the operating room, calm and composed. Reaching for my makeup bag, I began carefully applying my makeup. Another doctor, panic-stricken, rushed toward me and shouted, "Dr. Warhol! The patient's kidney has ruptured! You're the only surgeon in all of Switzerland who can perform this life-saving procedure! If you don’t act now, he’s going to die!" I continued shaping my eyebrows with steady precision, not even glancing in his direction. "Quiet," I said coolly. "If you keep yelling, my brows might end up crooked."

"Alaric we shouldn't." I whispered as he trailed his plump luscious lips over the vertice of my neck "And why?" His voice came out rough and needy. "I'm no longer your mate and I can never be your Luna. This is forbidden" I breathed the words out, fighting to take control but it was futile. His gentle caress loosened every knot that held my senses together. He leaned in and pressed a kiss into my neck sending sensations that overwhelmed me to fill up every pore of my skin. Then he spoke against my ear. "Then I want to taste the forbidden ." _______ As the daughter of a rogue, Samantha had no place among the middle or upper class of her pack. She wasn't an omega, and the truth of her birth remained a mystery. At 18, getting a mate was her only hope to leaving her miserable life, but what happens when she gets rejected? What better comeback could she have than to become the person her pack needed in their most difficult times? Samantha thought all she had to do was help her pack and leave once her job was done, but little did she know that a mate bond broken didn't free her from Alpha Ric. What happens when her path tilts into a more serious and darker path, and she is forced to remain in her pack to protect her son, the son she shared with Alpha Ric? A greater threat is out there, and there's something special about her.

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

Cristine Jane Hernandez was raised in the Rodriguez family and nurtured by them. Her parents split when she was a child, and she has been living with her mother and stepfather, Jon Hernandez, ever since. Cristine Jane Hernandez, despite her protests, is declared a gang leader at the age of twelve. She simply wants to safeguard the people she cares about. She is exceptional in every way. She is an expert in every area. She goes by several different names.. She's a billionaire, a model, a gangster, or even a detective, depending on who you ask. Her life is full of thrills and mishaps. Cristine Jane Hernandez is a tenacious woman with a compassionate heart. She met Tristan Guevarra when she was seventeen years old. Should she reveal her identity to him? Or is she even aware of who she is? In both academic and athletic circles, Tristan Guevarra is regarded as a genius. His arrogance and disposition have been ingrained in him from birth. His life is shrouded in secrecy. All the females like him, so why did he fall in love with a girl who couldn't even tell him her secret? Or does he have a secret of his own? Both of them have their own issues to deal with, but will they choose each other or stick to their own priorities?

He is a man who does not speak much, always puts on a straight face to hide his emotions, and is a little arrogant; he keeps secrets that many people are unaware of. She is a gorgeous and elegant lady who enjoys being direct in all situations, but she is also considerate and willing to intervene. .... Which he takes for granted!!

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."

After many years of being abused by her father, Maia is brought to an orphanage. A landscaper adopts her and she meets the people he works for. Falling for their servant, she also notices feelings for another man. As she’s trying to figure out who she truly loves, another man appears and shakes her even more. Which will she choose?

Ellyn Perez has an incurable disease: a massive H-A-T-E for cheaters because of what her ex-boyfriend did to her. She isn't planning on avenging until she stumbles upon a devil who will claim what her heart really wants: sweet revenge and peace of mind—Red Sarmiento, her ex’s cousin. Could this be a huge wild turn?

In my past life, I supported the bankrupt Clark brothers. However, after I became pregnant, they allowed a poor student, Kimberly Scott, to push me down the stairs, where I bled profusely and died while carrying my child. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day I had brought them into my house. This time, I kicked them out without hesitation. To my surprise, Kimberly had teamed up with my grandmother to pretend to be the real heiress, painting me as the fake heiress who had taken over the family. The butler, Mr. Williams, who had watched me grow up, came forward and accused me of causing my parents’ death. Under the public backlash they had orchestrated, I remained calm and presented my evidence. Not only did I expose Kimberly’s fake identity as the heiress, but I also revealed the true faces of my grandmother and Mr. Williams. I avenged my parents and gave the wrongdoers the punishment they deserved.

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.