Danny Phantom Angry Novels & Stories

I was about to say something to defend myself when a warm hand presses down on my shoulder. "There a problem here, lads?" My manager Danny saunters over, and my face heats. "Fuck off." One spits at him. Instead of cowering, Danny takes a step forward, widening and straightening his stance which, I admit, has made him more intimidating. "I think I know just what your problem is," Danny smiles. The kind of smile you don't usually come across with when it comes to Danny. One that makes your blood run cold. "What is it, old fart? You gonna tell us?" The man with a buzzcut spits at the side, making Danny turn to him, deadpan.

His lazy eyes darted around them making Danny even angry “Ace, for goodness's sake leave me out of your madness. I'm done here and if you want me to open my mouth, then come clean,” Danny remarked disdainfully and sat on the chair angrily, of course, both men knew exactly what they were talking about. Christian didn't argue but went into deep thought while Danny stared at him with rage “This crap is interfering with our work… you better stop it now or both of us will have losses,” Danny said after a while of silence in the room.

With an evil smile on his face, Danny said, "There are only two of us here. What do you think I'm going to do? You look so beautiful, and you're getting me excited. I'll treat you well if you are willing to be with me." Kimberly was ashamed and angry. "Get out, get out of here!" Danny was disgusting. He was usually dignified, but his true self was dirty and despicable. It was disgusting. "Ah!" Danny did not get angry. Instead, he became more interested. He smiled and said, "You look so sexy when you are angry. I'm going to make you mine today." As he spoke, Danny got closer to Kimberly and sniffed her gently. "You smell so good."

Failure was not an option. Danny showed up to training with a scowl, his face contorted in anger. His muscles were tight, his hands in fists. He walked into the room with purpose - to confront Mahisar. “What was that last night?” he demanded, his voice almost loud enough to be yelling. “That thing came out of my ceiling and threw me across the room.”

He opened his mouth to argue back, but Danny spoke first, scoffing from his place at the doorway, an angry smile on his face. "Owe you? You owe him a blanket, bitch." Danny's voice boomed, yet again, across the room and Aaron could tell he was growing increasingly angry. There was not much that upset Danny; he was typically a carefree and happy individual. That is, until someone hurt his loved ones. Aaron had known him now since birth and, needless to say, the amount of times where Danny would get physical with those who messed with anyone he cared about was intangible. And now, he was incredibly angry; of course he would be. Sam had been like a mother to him also. He has every right to be a

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

At that same moment I heard familiar hurried footsteps outside the door before the door itself exploded. “Laura!” “Vince!” I was immediately engulfed in a possessive embrace. “Did they hurt you?” I shook my head. “What is wrong with you!” he roared, staring daggers at the trembling manager. I suppress a snicker. “I'm sorry babe. I shouldn't have insisted on using my card and just get you your own.” We stared at each other, a lone tear fell from my eye as I hugged him back tightly. Damn, I should have pursued acting instead of pursuing my thirst for blood. “I was so scared,” I whispered.

Anger gradually flamed inside his eyes. “Whatever you mean by that Shad?” Shadow said nothing, only her breath answered him. “You!” In anger, he disappeared. She welcomed a momentary silence in the family office. A small smile emerged as soon as Phantom appeared once again. “You fucker!!!!” Phantom was livid, ready to tear Shadow’s throat out. “How dare you do something unsavory like that!” Shadow then felt a hot air surrounding her. It was a brief moment before she heard the sound ‘ting!’ outward.

Danny asked, walking ahead towards the man. "Who are you?" The man retorted with a distaste face. He had distinctly hostile when he asked that question as if he was talking with a lowly person. "I'm her friend," said Danny rudely, as she hated the tone the man used on her. "Then get on her shoulders. You'll know the answer," said the man and turned back. His violent steps made him disappear in the blink of an eye. Danny could not control her anger. In a flurry, she raised her middle finger and pointed them at the man's back.

Addy waves me off smiling. Back in my office replying my bosses emails the door opened, storming in are my bosses with type 1 anger looks. Ha, and they say I lack anger management, these two are the definition of Anger. "What was the meaning of that stunt Daisy?" Damon spoke to me; he actually spoke to me. I don't know if I'm to be elated he spoke to me or the fact I don't understand which stunt he's referring to. "Excuse me Mr. Adams but I don't understand what I did wrong." Truthfully.