Danny Gamegrumps Novels & Stories

Danny caught me after the scrimmage, already unwrapping a granola bar, focusing like a man who has his priorities in order. 'A-minus,' he said. I stopped. 'She told you.' 'She told me immediately.' He took a bite. 'I like it. It's accurate.' 'I'm going to be a great assistant captain.' 'Obviously. That's what A-minus means. Almost perfect.' 'Danny.' 'I'm kidding.' He grinned. 'Mostly. Congrats, man. For real.' He held out the granola bar like a toast. I did not bite it, because I had standards, but I appreciated the gesture.

Danny pulled out a big brown envelope and I quickly swiped it from him before anyone in this parking lot might see. “What happened to your face?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Underneath his sunglasses, I could see bruises and cuts all over his face. Danny stifled a laugh and pulled his sunglasses down, revealing the full scale of his wounds. “Underground fighting ring,” he answered. “It’s a fun sport,”

I repeated my last question, my mind already reeling with different kinds of revenge I am going to take on the guy for leading him on. “Yes, you do. He's from the hockey team.” “How long have you guys been together? And what's his name?” “Why so many questions? Do you want to kidnap him? Because I am definitely not looking for trouble with Grimsombach or any of his friends.” Danny? How come I never knew any of his friends were gay?

He was so much smaller than me and Kylan, so easy to pick up and move around, and right now all I could think about was how good it would feel to have him grinding down on me, all hot and desperate, his little hole rubbing right against my dick until I lost it. I grabbed my phone and turned on some slow heavy R&B track with a deep bass that shook through the couch cushions. The beat filled the room while the rain kept hammering the windows outside. “C’mon, Danny. You picked the game. Don’t back out now or we’ll call you chicken forever. Just ride me like you mean it. Fifteen minutes. That’s all.” He sat there biting his lip for what felt like forever, his cheeks burning red, then he finally

I didn't know when I stood up and went to hug Natalie tight, smiling happily. " Thank you a lot!! You're the best friend ever!" I said a little to loud. " That's okay. You're making me feel gay." She whispered, glaring at me. I laughed as I went back to my seat. I'm so lucky to have someone like Natalie has a friend, she's the bestest person ever. . . . Darren's P. O. V I was busy fooling around with a guitar, since I didn't know how to play and was with the the rest of the guys. Since it was still break we still have fifteen more minutes to classes begin.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Danny stepped closer. “Please don't say something stupid.” I replied with a dry voice. “Avoid them, okay? Do everything possible to stay off their path.” Danny said seriously, but of a truth, Danny was someone you'd hardly take seriously. “You're telling me, to stay off the path, of some fucking humans, because they are ice hockey champions? Or because one's a geek at science?” I asked, snatching a glass of drink from the tray of a waiter who had just passed.

I said. “Oh, so he’s an athlete. What position does he play.” “Danny’s a quarterback. He just earned a starting position on the team.” “I’m sure you’re proud of him.” “I sure am,” I shrugged. “He can be a pain in the ass though.” “I think you just described all younger siblings,” she replied with a smirk. “Right. I remember you live to terrorize, Adriano,” I said. “He hates it, but that only serves as motivation for me to keep being a pain in his ass.”

“Danny Granger is someone not in good terms wit Charles. His rival. Also known to be the founder of Dominix gang member. What is your family doing with Dominix? It is not good, Honey” “Not my family. Must be my aunt. Or my uncle” I flipped to another page and saw a signature authorising those payments. It looked like my Uncle Matthew’s signature, but it was looking a little different. “Someone had forged my Uncle Matthew’s signature to transfer those money to Danny Granger. A large sum of money” Then, a picture fell out from the folder. Sebastian helped me to pick it up from the floor, “Oh, this is interesting, Honey. This is a picture of Danny Granger when he was younger. And that woman nex