Novel & Cerita Danny Fenton

Just then, Don Luciano walked out, dressed in a tight fitting sitting with a tie dancing on his neck. "I am shocked to find out that, that Italian singer is your crush." He smirked at me and my heart skipped a beat.

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

"Hey, Fenton." Fenton looks at me. His broad smile wanes, and becomes curious. He gives me the look I’ve grown accustomed to receiving from men. It's the look that says they find me exotically beautiful, but choose to restrain their reaction out of respect for whatever man happens to be standing next to me. "Hi," Fenton says, offering a casual nod. "My name's Fenton." "Hi. I'm Dana," I reply politely. Fenton snaps his attention back to Alex, shaking his head in disbelief. "Dude, it's been a whole age since I last saw you. How is your sister Fanny doing?"

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

"That would be nice." "Yeah?" he asked, grinning now, too. He didn’t have a dimple, but his laugh lines were contagious. He seemed kind. "I'm Rihanna." "Danny.” He held out his hand. She shook it and quickly let it go. "What do you do, Danny?" They both moved up as the line got shorter. "I'm a contractor. Foreman of a team of really good men. We build things," he smiled with comical pride. She gave him the smile he wanted. "That's really cool." And here I was going to drink coffee at home.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

As soon as I met their foyer, I pulled the handle and gently swung the massive door open. I was greeted by Danny whose dirty-blonde hair was disheveled, and an apparent swollen bruise plastered on his left cheek. The side of his lips had a small cut, as the blood began to peek through it. His blue eyes were narrowed, rigid, and cold as if anger was starting to build up behind them. He gave me a stoic face, clenching his sharp jaws and his body seemed tense. What the hell happened?