Winx Daphne Novels & Stories

Sage “Sage! Sage! Where is that wolfless little urchin?” I hear Daphne, the Beta’s daughter and so-called future Luna, at least that’s how she regards herself, calling out to me as I rush inside the packhouse. “I’m here!” I answer, a little too breathlessly. “You’re late!” She chides, the promise of swift and severe punishment lurking in her eyes. Daphne grabs my wrists, twisting them painfully as she drags me closer. “You lazy little gutterpup! How dare you take advantage of your Alpha’s kindness!” I feel the sting on my cheek before I even register her hand flying out to slap me.

If my sister and I were known as the famous double ‘D’s from our names, then this girl was the one who tried her hardest to make herself the third ‘D’. Her wavy brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted her round hazel eyes. Daphne is famous for her beauty and the long history of her family. Everything about her was welcoming and right and also only ever second to my sister and me. If Diana ranked first and me second, then Dahne would always rank third. The third ‘D’. The pale gold dress that she had on looked beautiful and was undoubtedly expensive. --To be continued…

“Did something else happen to Daphne that night?” The room was chilly but my temperature was unmistakably high. “The same amount of information you have about Daphne’s death is all I know, Kian. Gavin told me something spectacular about Daphne yesterday,” he replied. My heart instantly lit up, “What did he find?” “Gavin found out on paper that she is Eric Han’s daughter the founder of Gex-Luxury Brand. However, Debby is only his adopted daughter and all of this happened six years ago!”

’ 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!"

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,

They were everything she wasn’t — tall, lethal, unnaturally beautiful, and adored. Jaxon, with his quiet, razor-sharp presence that made even teachers nervous. Maddox, cocky and cruel, the one who could slice her soul open with just a word. And Kyren… the only one who ever hesitated. The only one who sometimes looked at her like she wasn’t trash. But he never said anything. Not when it mattered. Daphne slipped into her last class and exhaled quietly, pressing herself into the back seat. Just a few more days. She’d turn eighteen in two. And she’d be gone. No more school. No more taunts. No more triplets.

Daphne was leaving the restroom absolutely glowing. Today one of her dreams came true being allowed to drive the Bugatti. She may be a model and girly girl, but she could say with honesty she loved cars. She had no clue how they worked or how to fix them but she would drive anything put in front of her like she stole it. Daphne was still feeling giddy all things considered. Between the drive over, and seeing her fans beat down that bastard who tried molesting her.

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"

Daphne! ***

Tapping on it, the sight that met her swallowed the air in her lungs. A headline blared across every gossip blog like a horrendous trumpet: “Alexander Wade’s Former Love Spotted Leaving His Office. Are They Rekindling?” Under it, a picture. A clear one. Daphne stepped out of Alexander’s office building, wearing her fox-smile and the same style of provocative outfit she had worn when she walked in a few days back. Another angle showed her adjusting her hair, then smirking at a camera as though she wanted to be seen.