Thick As Daphne の小説・ストーリー

“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?"

Rasmus asks, but from his tone, I know it’s nothing more than formality—empty courtesies before the real questions come. Beside him, Daphne chuckles softly. “What a strange friendship,” she says, stepping forward with her usual effortless grace. “Who would’ve thought these two would have to tolerate each other?” She turns to me then, and without warning, wraps me in a hug. Her perfume is floral and sharp, like roses crushed underfoot. “You look different,” she says, pulling back to study my face. “I didn’t think a wretched place like Thornhall could do this to you—I’ve heard all the creepy, murderous tales of that castle. Or is it being away from Caelondor… with Magnus… that’s responsible fo

"You're so useless! You aren't worth a single cent. I guess there's only one thing we can do to make you worth our while..." Smiling obscenely, he asked his thugs to hurry up. The thugs all looked at Daphne hungrily, their eyes filled with lust. They had never seen such a beautiful woman before. To be honest, she was even prettier than Jacob’s fiancee. They couldn't wait to bang her! Daphne’s eyes went as wide as saucers as fear crippled her ability to think. All she knew was that she hated Jacob! She hated the damn bastard with every fiber of her being!

“Fuck dude, this one is feisty!” “You like it dirty. Don’t you, bitch?” The bulky man among the three sneered, flashing his black smeared teeth. Daphne cringed inwardly when her gaze promptly met his randy leer. “Get out of my way!” She warned the colossal man in front of her and pushed him away. “Ah, this bitch likes to play!” The short man snatched her arms instantly, pulling Daphne to her. His friend, the lanky tall man, block the other side so she couldn’t have a chance to get away from them.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

“We need to be quick. You have a big night ahead of you.” Daphne forced a smile. “Of course.” She sat in front of the vanity as Britta began working. The blow-dryer hummed in the background as Britta expertly handled her curls. “You have beautiful hair,” she commented. “So thick and natural. It’s rare here.” “Thanks. Filipino genes,” Daphne replied softly. Britta’s eyes lit up. “Oh! That explains your skin tone. No wonder you look so exotic.” Exotic. Daphne wanted to cringe, but she held the smile. She had to be charming. Harmless. “Right.”

Prince Roderick inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. Daphne brushed a strand of her obsidian hair behind her ear, a delicate smile playing on her lush lips. "Actually, you have nothing to worry about. I came to check on your well-being, with your brother who is also now absent." she replied, her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, sparkling with genuine concern.

"It's not for me, I brought them also for a gift! Now can you put your big big big anaconda inside of me?" "Eh, who is that for?" "Oh my gosh, Treyton! Just fvck me rough and hard right now! Because otherwise-- Ooohhh..." he moaned suddenly as Treyton suddenly inserted his weapon. "Your filthy mouth is killing me!" He shouted. He moved over her. Daphne was clinging to the bed sheet because with each thrust she could feel its length all the way to her g-spot. She could not be disappointed by the size and quality of her husband's performance. And he won't really wonder why so many girls are crazy about Treyton.