Danny Phantom Bitter Reunions Novels & Stories

She smirked and looked away from him. ** “Where is he?!” Ryker asked angrily on seeing Danny walk up the stairs alone. “He'll join us later, he's got a call from his aunt,” Danny replied. “I don't want anything to go wrong,” he snarled. “Trust us,” Danny assured. “I'll be joining the executives at the table, make sure this works out well. Give me feedback as fast as you can,” he said to Danny before walking away. Mrs Clyde sat nervously at the table with Aunt Susan who was giving orders to the event planner.

I looked up and froze for a moment—the waiter seemed familiar. "This dinner isn't just about finalizing the deal, Audrey. It's also to make up for what happened before," Faye said. She fumbled with the wine as she poured me a glass and set it aside to breathe, her eyes wary. "You've had too much to drink tonight, Audrey. I'll take this one for you," said Mindy Lynskey, one of my old teammates. She suddenly stood up and reached for the glass in Faye's hand, but Faye smoothly dodged her.

"I saw everyone inside. They were... dead." "How do you know they were dead, sir? Perhaps it was a hoax?" Danny's temper flared, an irrational spike of fury. "No. Impossible." "How so?" "Because their chests were ripped open." "What did you say?" The professional tone finally cracked, replaced by disbelief. "Their chests... all of them... were ripped open." Danny collapsed onto the cold ground, sobbing uncontrollably as the weight of the present collided with the trauma of the past. He lay there in a hysterical loop of past and present merging and replaying unwanted scenes in his mind until he became aware of someone kneeling in front of him.

"Mabel clearly brought that on herself. Brandon and Vivian are childhood sweethearts, but she still insists on coming between them." Vivian, amused by the comments, cast me a guarded glance and then said, "You actually agreed to it so readily, Mabel. You're not thinking of using Brandon to get hold of my photo and then vandalize it, are you?" "I was wondering why Mabel was being so nice for once. It turns out she just wants to ruin the glamor shots Vivian specifically had taken!" "Mabel wouldn't dare!" Brandon Dunn, my boyfriend, snapped as he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me to the ground. He finally loosened his grip once he noticed my face turning purple from suffocation.

A second later, his voice boomed from the loudspeakers on the hilltop, dripping with mockery. "Just as I predicted, Selene. Your little act didn't work, so now you're forcing your way through, huh?" His tone turned cold. "I knew you wouldn't give up and that you'd come to ruin Maddie's birthday. Not today, Selene. I won't let you get what you want." The bombardment grew heavier. Blast after blast shook the slope. Blood poured even faster from the stump of Audrey's left arm. "Mom, tell Quinton it's you!"

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

That damn love! "Bittersines" famous bar in Gangnam district, Seoul. This person wears the familiar black mask of the Bittersines bartender bar, with a smile on his lips. The low, gentle male voice caught the listener's ear and asked the guest in front of him: "What do you need?" The boy with dyed red hair was ruffled, but still couldn't hide the beautiful features of his face. The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned"

Why are they talking like this? "When is he going to go? Zen is going to die! If that grandma and grandpa can't be brought to a good conversation. I'll finish Dastan!" My chest rumbled nervously as the woman's eyes lit up red. His eyes were full of anger, and I blinked in fear. But when I woke up again I was greeted by black eyes. Did I miss it? "Lily!" called a man named Dastan. The woman bowed. "I'm sorry..."

“I’m dying to meet the girl that’s got your heart beating.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Funny.” “Well, it’s damn near close. You know it’s true.” “I never said it wasn’t,” I stated before sipping the blood. “Never said what wasn’t?” I turned to find Garret walking into the kitchen. “Hey, little brother.” Xander greeted. “Hey. What are the two of you talking about?” “Jarren being whipped and Leonard Daring.” Garret hissed. “What is Leonard up to now?”

She slowly but surely let go of Nicholas’s grip and rushed forward with a joyful squeal, wrapping her arms around Danny in a tight embrace. “I didn’t expect to meet you here!” Rachel screamed in disbelief, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “This is really crazy!” chirped Danny, his hands fluttering excitedly as he covered his lips—lips that shimmered from a layer of pink lip gloss. In the midst of their excitement, Nicholas suddenly cleared his throat, loud and deliberate. "Okay, ladies, can you save your reunion for later? Danny, is that your name? Don’t you have work to do?" Nicholas asked, clearly annoyed.