Winx Club Daphne Novels & Stories

Playlist Song#3: Sing for My Life by Sia DAPHNE’S POV I'm already awake, but my eyes are still tightly closed as I try to register where the hell I am. Well, I can’t really say I try, because the memories rush to my brain after a second.

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

“No way, maybe for a few weeks but after that I’ll ask Xander to help me come up with something meaningful to do and for ways to invest.” “Now I’m jealous.” “How about lunch the day after tomorrow. It will have to be a late lunch early supper after work if you’re up for it?” “That sounds perfect. I can’t wait.” “I almost wish Amanda was here so she could come with us.” “Who’s Amanda?” “Oh you met her…Xander’s personal assistant….she was basically there doing everything for the wedding. Blonde hair, blue eyes….” “Oh yes, now I remember. I didn’t know you two were that close.”

"So what if he's an omega? He's popular in our pack because he's smart. Top of his class, to be precise. He also knows how to fight. The only thing he's lacking is money and family background." "Daphne, you shouldn't be praising him right now!" I hissed, running my fingers through my hair in agitation. "Fine, I promise I won't tell anyone. Now fix yourself because I have something to show you." I snapped my head towards her, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" She nodded towards the door, her expression serious. "Follow me." We slipped out of the club and into the shadows behind it. Just as we were about to make our way to the secluded area, a blonde girl with three others flanked behind her blo

She completely ignored Nathan's desperate cries for her to stay. She needed to find me immediately and give me a real, heartfelt apology. It was fine. After all, I loved her so much. I loved her enough to alter the entire course of my life and give up going abroad. She was certain that she could win me back. Comforted by her own logic, Daphne calmed down a little. The moment she reached the campus gates, she ran into a student council member who was handling the sign-out sheet for the hiking drill. She snatched the clipboard to look for my name. It was signed, but it wasn't my handwriting.

“So you do have a real name.” Daphne tapped her nails against her thumb nervously, trying not to make it too obvious that she was completely losing her cool. But wasn’t clicking her nails making it painfully obvious? Wonderful. The people in the hall must have known there was something going on, with the Alpha standing right there. She would rather not draw a massive crowd to herself, so she forced a sweet, harmless smile and turned to face him. Inside, her stomach was tying painful knots.

At sunrise, Zerach left for the council chambers. Daphne rose soon after, her heart heavy but resolute. She would no longer remain silent. She would find proof. She would uncover the truth — even if it broke her. And as she dressed, she noticed something strange: a faint stain on her vanity mirror, the shape of a handprint, dark as dried blood. When she wiped it away, she saw something carved beneath it — faint, almost invisible under the glass:

Cyn? Daphne remained silent, they knew each other? "Cynthia am coming to help you with the make up just don't mess things up okay?" Daphne almost chocked on her saliva, of she was not mistaken, this woman was Bernice Sage, a spoilt princess of the sage family, was she familiar with Cynthia? Daphne felt a wave of crisis wash over her,

"Heath! Take this thread down. Use the Steele influence to scrub it." "Yes, sir. Should I also track which den Mrs. Steele—I mean, Ms. Vaughn—has moved to?" "Just do what I told you!" Cameron growled. I arrived at Felix’s studio, a converted ironworks that felt raw and creative. As I walked in, a voice cut through the air. "Sierra Vaughn?" I turned to see Daphne Wright, the girl who had taken second place at the Rite. She looked stunned. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be signing contracts with the High Packs?"

Her voice echoed as she disappeared into the thin air. I heaved a sigh, still pondering how to get Daphne to come with me to the club like the black witch had requested. An idea came into my head, and my face beamed with a smile. “Watch your back, Daphne. This time, I’ll have you gone for good. You can’t show up from godknowswhere and take my man away from me.” I smirked as I sipped wine from the glass I took from the table.