Control Freaks Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Water was shining on their body in the dim white light. " They are looking like lazy prey, Danny. " He said. A piece of cloth was filled in their mouth. He removed it intentionally. He wanted to quench the fire inside him with their pain. Danny moved from his position. He picked up two wires in his hands. " Let me do this. " He took the wires from Danny's hand. He rubbed them together to see the voltage. It sparked, spreading it like a little firework. He was looking like a professional in it with an evil smile on his face. He gave them shocks one by one. They begged to stop him. He didn't halt until they collapsed. He beckoned at Paul. Paul threw water on their faces to make them wake. Thei

"Fine. Then we'll wait until six and go in with him." Eric lined up the rest of the Blues' lackeys and used his Phantom Mirage, mesmerizing them one by one until they all stood with glassy eyes. Grinning wickedly, he ordered, "You, strip him and penetrate him in the ass!" A grotesque scene followed, and Andrew grimaced. "Seriously? We've been up all night, and you can't just rest? You have to waste energy on this crap?" Andrew asked, frowning. Eric's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Don't you get it? This is the fun of Phantom Mirage. Controlling people and making them do whatever you want! It's endless entertainment."

“Well, that’s about it. Nothing more to know.” She snorted back at her. “Liar. I saw what you did to those other guys. What did you do to freak them out so much?” Dannie grinned part in satisfaction and in part to try and freak her out. “I have that effect on people. I can walk into a room and people back away or try to kick my ass as if to prove to themselves I’m not a threat to them.” Dannie decided to keep the part about her being an empath to herself.

Hazi also did the same thing as he dialed once again Danny's number through his cellphone. At the same time, Danny was dancing around the bar that his father owned through and he was using the leftover bottle as his mike. He was singing through The Script's song that was playing over the radios while he danced around. He was screaming at the top of his lungs as his eyes were now drowsy and his vision was circling through. He cried out as he picked up a lot of chips from the table as he sang along loudly through the center of the dance floor. The assistants on the other side of the kitchen was watching him dance and they just shook their heads as they disappeared from their sight.

The forbidden heat that had simmered for years was finally exploding. I leaned in again, brushing my lips against his jaw, feeling the scrape of his facial hair. “Then stop me, daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “Push me away if you really don’t want this. Tell me to leave, yell at me to get out, and I promise you, Mr Blackwood, that I would leave and never look back.” The word slipped out, heavy and filthy. His entire body shuddered. He made a low, tortured sound deep in his throat, a mix of frustration and raw hunger. For a heartbeat, I thought he might actually do it. His jaw clenched, and his hands flexed, then the last fragile thread of his control snapped.

I had almost lost control of my scent, and he would've known that I was an omega playing alpha dress up. I had frozen for half a heartbeat when August had brought his lips to my neck, before forcing it down again. My body had tried to betray me, and I had almost let it. If I had lost control even for a moment, my life would have been over. Because someone like Asher would have noticed, and Asher noticing meant everything falling apart. The idea alone made my stomach tighten. I pushed harder on the ice, skating faster like I could outrun the memory. “Darren! Are you even listening?” the coach snapped again.

I was a man of power, a man who commanded lives, and I couldn't even control my own body. Am I sick? Or is this just the price of everything I have done? I sat there in the dark, my wife’s naked body on my lap, feeling like a hollowed out shell. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't look at anything. All I could see was the orange dye swirling down the drain, and the way Danny had looked at me when he realized he was the one in control. Was I fallen apart or was this some kind of Virus?

"Sheldon! Oh my God! What are you doing to him?" His black eye, the bloody nose and the busted lip—I took it all in with horror. New bruises were forming on his wrists. "Come, baby doll. Look what we have here for you." Danny said lazily, resting an arm over his bent knee. As far as I knew, he was second-in-command to Jason. "What do you mean for me?" I looked up with confusion. "We took your revenge, duh. You're welcome," Anton chimed in from beside Danny. He had blue hair and more piercings than I could count.

If you can kill him, I'll make Fred the leader, and Chapman Legacy will follow you. Danny's face was filled with pain and regret. He had finally realized he had been doing the wrong thing all that time. His only hope was for Chapman Legacy to survive. He believed Fred, a righteous and suitable leader, could save them. However, they had to defeat Samuel before that. Meanwhile, Fred was shocked. He asked, "So the missing disciples, including mine, were all sacrificed to Samuel?" "Yes," Danny said. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. If Chapman Legacy survives, follow Mr. Truman's orders."

The entire world seemed to freeze for a moment, but soon, the rising waves of panic and fury were so intense I could feel them through the screen. Danny, however, remained blissfully unfazed. Clearing his throat, he started singing a theme song from a cartoon loudly. “Dr. Gadget, the superhero, rescues the city from the bad guys!” Kerry, who was suffering from an athlete’s foot, was the first to crack. She screamed on the spot. Her entire body was trembling violently as she pointed at Danny. “Who are you? Where did this lunatic come from?! Aaaaaah!” Vera’s sagging cheeks quivered as she opened her foul mouth to retort, but just as she did, a glob of the black goo plopped directly inside.