Control Freaks Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

"A bloody good act, if you ask me. You even managed to inject the horror into your voice that you were missing two years ago." "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME?!" Danny shot out of the chair, rage finally overwhelming the fragile control he’d fought for. "I hate manipulative bastards like you!" Detective Ote shouted back, jabbing a finger inches from Danny's face. "You use connections, pull strings, and get yourself off the hook every time, no matter who you kill! But this time, oh, this time I have you bang to rights." Danny took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing himself to sit back down. Allowing the man to control his emotions was allowing him to control the narrative.

As he bound my wrists and ankles together, he said, "Sorry, Elena. Just bear with this for a bit. Good things are waiting for us back in Bonhaven!" I whimpered and cried out in protest as I glowered at John. There was a thunderous bang as someone kicked open the door to the lounge. John immediately shielded me and yelled, "Hey, hey, hey! Who the hell do you think you are, buddy? Get out! Nothing to see here, just a pair of lovebirds getting frisky. Wait, Mr. Langley? W-What are you doing?" John was still speaking when Julian kicked him to the side and crouched before me to loosen my bindings. He wiped away the tears cascading down my cheeks and comforted me, "I'm sorry I showed up late."

CHAPTER 15 FRANK’S Pov ; I don’t lose control. Not on the ice. Not in class. Not in front of crowds. Not in front of idiots like Danny Salvador. But tonight, I swear, something in me snapped so hard I felt the crack in my spine. Standing outside Mimi’s door, I could still hear the echo of Danny’s voice from inside. Low. Tense. Intimate. Too intimate. The kind of tone a man uses when he’s close enough to feel your breath on his neck.

Very quickly, they all surrounded him. "What do you wanna know?" "How do you guys control your abilities?" Danny immediately spoke up. "Don't ask me. I used to think I was better than you ability-wise only to find out that I was the one who could never compare to you." He complained out loud. He had the sparsest, least quality genes of the team. His strength ability was there,but it barely made him stronger than Wilson. "Ignore him." Fawn said. "Think of it like a fifth limb. You can control it yet not control it..."

Laura said, clearly not amused with the testosterone flooding the room. A slow, malevolent smile spread across Danny's face. Xy fought hard to stay in control of his features. He wouldn’t give the man the satisfaction of getting to him. “You know, you talk a big talk, but really, how do you think you’re any better than I am?” Danny sneered. Xy guffawed. “Let me count the ways.” Danny was slowly shaking his head. “It isn’t like you were any better than I was at keeping her reined in. Where is she now, hot shot?”

[For your 100th prank, I'll risk my life to play along! My phone exploded with calls and messages. The ZX9217 crash was complete.

“There were guards stationed right on your floor. They said no one is allowed to enter, but you know, being an agent has its perks.” That’s all I need to hear to confirm my suspicion that it was certainly Damon who fixed my condo. How ironic is that even in my own building, my own company, everything was out of my control. He was taking them one by one from me. Even my own self he was trying to control.

Danny had refused to believe me. That was until he couldn’t get hold of Mack, then I could see the doubt creeping in. Thale still had him in silver shackles, although the look on Danny’s face told me that he barely had any fight left. “How could he do this to me?” I faintly heard Danny mumble.

DON VITO SOME YEARS AGO, “Bring her in.” “I hope you did a neat job. No one saw you?” “Not at all,” Danny answered. Danny is one of my secret agents who does dirty jobs for me. Smuggling, Kidnapping, Murdering. He was good, sharp, and fast. He was the right person to do this job. I know how much Antonio loves and protects his sister. I already had him disoriented after I made one of my men at his place steal the suitcase.

He chuckles and waves a hand about. "Joey grabbed it. No need to fret, it'll be a short conversation… I hope so at least." He sat back in the seat comfortably, facing me with a wide smile. "You gonna answer my first two questions or not?" Crossing my arms and legs I sit back and remain calm despite wanting to kill this man. "Right. I'm Donny Denatello, I'm sure you've heard of me in some sort of way." He offered a hand for me to shake but I just stared at it.