Danny Fenton Novels & Stories

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

” Jackson ~”You will fucking do as I say. Anthony ~”Are we taking Danny with?” Jackson ~”Who is going to fucking drive?” Anthony ~”I can.” Jackson ~”Danny is a better driver than you.” Anthony ~”I don't want her to get hurt.” Danny ~ “I am not a fucking doll. I am coming with.” Anthony ~”I said no.” Danny ~ “And I am telling you yes.” Anthony ~”Danny.” Danny ~ “Anthony.” Anthony ~”Do not test my patience.” Danny ~”Your patience is tested.”

I answered. “The driver name is Trey, he has been following you closely for the past 4 days. It is kinda weird that you just realized about it today. I still do not know what is his motives behind this, but his last call log is from someone called Danny, do you have any problem with a person called Danny before?” He asked. As I tried to think who the hell Danny is? I have never known anyone called that before. “No, I do not know anyone with that name. Find out more about this Danny guy, and what is his motives behind this. Inform me again soon. Thank you, Pete.” I said as I cut the line off.

******** Meanwhile, At Sterling city military base,Mark had arrived at the parking garage to see Richarlison and some other officers dragging Danny out of the G-Wagon military car. Mark was completely shocked when he saw him.. "Danny?" He called out, freezed in shock. He looked to be just a slight, a paler, new version of the Danny he knew, with thinning brown hair and the Blackthorn eyes, half-hidden behind spectacles. "Danny" he called out again as he got closer. "Mark, Please my family is in danger. I was warned to never show my face to you again! Now they're gonna die! If they find out I showed my face to you!" Danny hastily freed himself from Richarlison's grip and rushed to Mark in a c

This guy is around 6’3-’4, because I was 5’9. “I am calling up your boss and he is going to fire your ass right now, the nerve you have of coming here and talkin-” I yell at him with a thunderous voice but he cuts me off. “Just call him, I don’t have much time.” He says arrogantly with a smirk plastered across his face. I was taken off guard with his sudden change in demeanour. What the hell happened to the sweet innocent guy? I quickly made a call and Charles picked it up in one ring, because he knew how impatient I was, “Hello Danika dear, what pleas-“

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

Danny said. Wilson looked at him and gave his order as the ordained team captain. "Danny, you will handle the clad-in-black." "No problem." Danny said. His playful countenance nowhere to be seen. "That was really cool by the way." It was back. Danny just couldn't stay serious for too long. Fawn, on the other hand, was frowning very deeply. She was having an intense long distance staring contest with the only lady on the other team. She really was pretty and so was her name, Diva.

“This job, with your father?” Urgh. Another one I regretted telling. I really should get better at keeping secrets. Once it slipped out, they never fucking forgot about it. “No,” I said. “Nothing to do with that prick.” “Pity,” he said. “Your father knows good business.” I looked at his friendly eyes, heavy brown with grey. Danny was South African, accepted by the locals slowly over the years, until he was now a piece of the Much Arlock furniture. “Where are you leaving us for?”