Thick As Daphne Novels & Stories

And when she did step down the stairs in her Alphaly clothes, Liam felt like taking her there. Daphne exuded an air of confidence and authority. She wore a tailored black suit that accentuated her strong and powerful frame. The suit jacket is perfectly fitted, highlighting her broad shoulders and tapered waist. The fabric was of the highest quality, with a subtle sheen that adds a touch of elegance. The crisp white shirt beneath the jacket contrasts sharply, conveying a sense of professionalism and seriousness.

Dane called out. ‘’how did you..,?’’ he was dumbstruck. ‘’how did you manage to tackle me like that?’’ I turned to face him and smiled. ‘’ I am a different person, and I hope you don’t forget it.’’ With that, I turned to leave the room, but suddenly, I was pulled backward, with Dane holding my throat. ‘’How are you going to survive now!’’ he laughed. ‘’I told you already, Daphne, you are nothing.’’

Then I saw her and something inside me snapped. Daphne sat curled against the cold floor, trembling violently while members of the Light Festival council surrounded her. Bruises covered her skin—her neck, stomach and legs. One side of her lip was swollen and there were scratches along her arms as though someone had dragged her across the ground. Rage exploded through me so violently it nearly drowned out reason. “What is happening here?” My voice boomed through the court, causing everyone to flinch and turn toward me in fear. I crossed the room quickly and crouched beside Daphne. She immediately curled tighter into herself, her face lowered as if expecting another blow.

"No sir, I should get going back to work" Alex stood up and go behind her back, his lip went down to her neck as she close her eyes, when his large hand cupped her breasts, Daphne gave out a low moan, one hand left her breast and find its way down between her legs up to her pant, taking a firm hold of her pussy.

Daphne said while smirking at her . "Didn't you see that person was almost my dad?" Lauren didn't want to admit the fact was actually true.... she was here to change her mood but her mood was getting foul .... " Sure, you want a handsome guy, but I can assure you that you won't be able to find a man more handsome than the great Dominic Thompson..." Daphne said as she shrugged her shoulder... "I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I drank too much. I need to go to the toilet ." Lauren did not want to bother with Daphne's topic, so she got up and left the seat.

I stood silently, watching them. Daphne always knew how to disarm people. She was soft-spoken yet quick-witted, with a kind of beauty that made you want to confess your secrets for no reason. Long, wavy brown hair and big baby-blue eyes, just like our father. But she carried her mother’s cunning nature deep down, not to be underestimated. “I’ve been dying to meet you,” Daphne continued. “Brandon’s been... cagey.” Lexi smiled. “He’s like that.”

Instead, I just glared. “You heard me,” Daphne said. She held her hand out, and one of her lackey’s placed a knife into her hand. Her eyes still held hatred, but now a smile graced her lips, stretching them wide. She looked like she was out of her mind, standing there, the moonlight glinting off the metal of the blade. “Beg.” I guessed that blade was silver, for her to be this confident. With my wolf revealed, nothing else would kill me.

More often, Daphne sat with her pen idle, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her gaze drifting in ways that made Elise’s skin prickle with awareness she refused to name. At nineteen, Daphne carried herself like someone still learning the weight of her own body. Long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders in loose waves that caught the lamplight whenever she turned her head. Her hazel eyes, framed by unfairly thick lashes, held a quiet intensity that made Elise’s pulse stutter more than once. Daphne favored soft oversized sweaters that slipped off one shoulder and pleated skirts that brushed her knees, as though she hoped the fabric might hide the gentle swell of her hips and the curve o

Her breathing became shallow like she was barely hanging on in there. “Tell me the truth, mother, did you confirm Daphne’s death?” Her hands started shaking and she took a few steps backward. Like she knew I was catching on, Mother hurriedly fixed her contorted countenance. “I refuse you dwell in misery. Daphne died in that forest after being devoured by wild animals. Her body was buried after it was found. She wore her favourite red floral dress. Who doesn't know Daphne with that dress?” she retorted sharply.

The booming voice of Derrick at my side is what brings me back and draws my attention to the fact that I currently have my hand wrapped around Daphne’s throat tightly. A gasp escapes me as I let go of Daphne quickly, shoving her away from both Derrick and I. Fire blazes in Daphne’s eyes as she takes a step in my direction. Derrick steps in between us, a warning growl leaving him that forces Daphne to bare her neck to him in a show of submitting.