Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

Daphne could have torn apart the table we were sitting at with her bare hands and not even break a nail doing it. Valkyries also had magic, hence al the sparks flickering around us and in other spots in the dining hal where the girls were sitting. Every time Daphne's French-manicured nails scraped against something or she got particularly emotional, little princess pink sparks would shoot off her fingertips and fil the air. Daphne had once told me that her fingers were like sparklers on the Fourth of July. I didn't mind the cracks and flashes of color, though. Sitting next to her was like being close to a rainbow. Wel , if rainbows were solid pink. And volatile. Sometimes Daphne's temper fla

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

my father interjected. Rude is coming here and expecting to be catered to at the last second. Internalizing my heavy sigh, I looked to Daphne. She's a wisp of a woman with fair skin, golden hair, and hazel eyes. Yes, she's beautiful. But I feel a strong wind could knock her down. She's not built for a man my size nor to be the lady of House Ares. We are Spartans, warriors. Our women need to be of stronger stock. "Very well. If you are finished with your meal, we may be on our way, Miss Daphne." I nodded to her.

Aldrich moved first, disappearing from where he was a few seconds ago. For someone so massive, he was impossibly fast. His armored form became a blur as he charged toward Daphne, drawing a massive sword that gleamed with an unnatural red light. The blade was easily six feet long, serrated and cruel. My body trembled. “Noo!” Daphne met him head-on. Gone was the gentle healer that always tended to the sick and treated everyone with kindness and compassion. Gone was the quite calm head maid I first knew her as on my first day.

Daphne’s POV My heels clacked violently against the marble floor, heart thundering louder than the music behind me. The scent was still wrapped around my senses like a curse — three scents, all different, all intoxicating. Earthy pine. Rain-drenched smoke. Warm cinnamon. I didn’t want to think about it. But it's all I could think about. Didn’t want to know what it meant. But I already knew Mate... or should I say mates. My chest squeezed so tight I thought I might pass out.

-Daphne- I had never thought being spanked could be enjoyable, and the first one had certainly hit hard, but this was something else. It was a mix of shock and a dull sting, accompanied by a warmth that spread to my pussy, making me wonder if I was dripping. “Shit, Daphne,” he mumbled, probably noticing it happening. He ran his fingers along the trail, scooping up my juices and pushing them back inside me before fucking me with his fingers.

“No, Gorg. She's a slave, nothing more. We can't let our desires get in the way of our duties.” But Gorg wasn't listening. His senses were in overdrive, and he was fixated on Aloha. Ragnar knew he had to find a way to control his wolf, or things could get out of hand quickly. So, instantly he minds linked his mistress, Daphne, to meet him in his chamber. ************ Daphne entered the king's chamber, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. She is a stunning wolf with an imposing presence. Her glossy fur is a deep shade of black, and her eyes are a piercing green that seems to look right through you. She carries herself with confidence and grace, exuding an air of strength and authority

Daphne’s POV I laid on the bed watching a movie as Andrew had advised, being too focused on the revenge plan isn’t good for my mental health. As much as I hated them, I didn’t want to lose myself to vengeance…I still wanted a portion of myself to be kept alive. The FL in the movie was an example of the sweet part…Daphne Lycanster was an example of a naive and sweet girl, that’s what Andrew wanted me to preserve.

Daphne smiled, "Yes, you are." Allen still tried to play it cool, "Noooo." Daphne teased, "Yess... you are." Allen admitted, "Yess, yes, I am." He moved his face closer to hers in a flirtatious manner, their lips almost touching. Daphne's cheeks flushed red as he continued, "What kind of man would I be if I wasn't jealous seeing another man hug you and flirt with you, especially one who had a long-time crush on you?"

She started doubting the situation with her newfound information. "What do you mean by that?" Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.