Velma X Daphne Novels & Stories

And Diane. and their never ending would they, wont they relationship. So maybe it was okay. Cos then i remembered she also had Mabel, Ruby’s grandmother. And the last thing we both said, was the first thing that began this whole story. With the absence of a glass but a tight and firm hug that lasted minutes- she whispered it this time, “to us, the vamps” And i chuckled upon her shoulders. “Clink, glass clinks of course” I sounded with a snort.

Her dark-tinted sleeveless matched her gleaming, tight nylon pants as though she was prepared to do any locomotive actions. “Deanna?” Daphne blurted out her name as if it was a question. ‘How was she here? Is she conspiring with Maverick like my mom? Does this mean that the first time I met her, she already knew who I was?’ Daphne mentally asked herself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and I quickly stood up to go open the door and there stood a young boy and girl, there were both holding luggages. I cocked my brows "Who are you?". The girl frowned at me " I should be asking you that question miss". The boy who had an ear pod on closed his eyes and smirked "A vampire..Hmmm". The girl frown deepened "What is a Vampire doing in this house or are you a slave". The boy shook his head "Not a Slave". Who the hell was he, and how did he know so much. Suddenly out of nowhere two hands pulled the ears of the girl and boy "Don't you have any respect Dale and Aimee".

She steps back as a nurse approaches, schooling her features into an expression of concerned sympathy. "Excuse me," Daphne says, her voice soft with manufactured worry. "I'm a friend of the family. How is she doing?" The nurse—young, with kind eyes and a name tag that reads "Melissa"—glances at Flora's chart. "Are you family? I'm not supposed to—" "I'm practically family," Daphne interrupts smoothly. "Flora Hawthorne is my... very close friend. Lucas has been so worried, and I promised I'd check in when he couldn't be here."

Velma saw Debbie leave and a faint sneer of satisfaction crossed her face. She thought, "Mom, I'm sorry. I have to use your affection for Malcolm tonight." Velma turned around and glanced at Malcolm uneasily. When she met his cold gaze, she felt a little nervous. Malcolm was still sitting lazily and elegantly. He looked at her with a half-smile. Velma suddenly felt a little uneasy because she felt that he had seen through everything. She forced a smile and looked at Malcolm, saying, "Malcolm, I'm very sorry. I accidentally knocked over the soup my mother had been cooking for two hours.