Danny Phantom Black Hair Novels & Stories

That hair that I'd die for. Ooops It's not black. This guy has brown hair. I'm sane. It's not Damien. But why does he look so much like him?! Oh Lord, your daughter is going crazy and she needs HELP.

Dime dyed my hair midnight black and added some silver streaks to my hair “Dang girl your eyes are popping now!” Dime said as she looked me in the mirror, “What do you know you’re right!” I said loving my new look better than the last one. I moved so Dime could sit down so I could dye her hair, Dime ended up with blood red hair, “Ohh, dang girl!” I said to her “I know I’m just too hot!’ Dime said she did a sassy hair flip

he said and finds a seat around the place. Danny walks into his room. He is quite happy, 'at least I would have a great day,' he retorted and quickly walked into the shower. He switched on the shower and in no time, his body is filled with water. After a thorough watch, he quickly dry his body and walk out of the bathroom. He robbed his body with a cream and have a beautiful blue shirt with an awesome trousers. He wears a black shoe. Immediately he is done, he walks out of his room with his face all lit.

He smirks as he disappears. “Oh, you will know how much of a real man he is soon enough.” Danny says as he walks away and grabs a woman who screams. I struggle against my restraints as Dane appears. He is huge, buzzed hair cut, with grey eyes. He is packed with muscles he is bulky. Every step he takes is with purpose. He is dangerous. But he is stupid. All that muscle and nothing in his head. “Angel Moretti. It is so nice to finally meet you. We are going to have so much fun together.” I snort on a laugh.

Not now. Don’t give that Rovin to her. Black’s voice slices through my mind. You’re not strong enough. Not yet. Don’t drag us into another nightmare. I want to argue. I want to roar back. But the puck drops again. Danny grabs it instantly, charging forward. I chase, sharp and precise, but he shoots before I reach him. Goal. Danny throws his arms up, triumphant. “Who’s sleeping now?” Jack laughs, bitter, cruel. “Maybe we should call his voodoo girlfriend. She might wake him up.”

Danny appeared exhausted, like he hadn’t been sleeping much, whilst Georgina looked radiant as ever as she held onto the iron cuffs that were firmly secured around Danny’s wrists. Georgina dragged Danny by his cuffs into the office, before shoving him down onto the remaining spare seat. He let out an exasperated sigh before slumping his head against the back of the chair. I eyed him cautiously, before Nate let out a loud cough and caught Danny’s attention. “We need further information on the girl.” He told Danny. “How certain are you of the description you gave us?” Danny narrowed his eyes. “Very certain, Your Majesty. She had blonde hair, was around the same height as Her Royal Highness and

Vito’s voice was shaky, but he tried to hide it with a forced grin. Dallion didn’t bother with pleasantries. “I need information. A man with two different colored eyes. Red and black. You know him?” Vito swallowed hard, his eyes darting around nervously. “Yeah, I know him. He’s new around here, but he’s making waves. No one knows his real name, but they call him ‘The Phantom.’ Dangerous guy. Not someone you wanna mess with.” Dallion's lips curved into a predatory smile. “That’s exactly who I’m looking for.”

Simon declared as he drove. "Tell me you do not like the punishment," Daphne demanded. Simon kept mute but pouted and kept on driving. I was not sure that I wanted to know what they were taking about. I noticed a small smile on Dwayne's face. He knew what was going on. I would later come to learn just how odd the couple were. Daphne had a blood red hair that reached her shoulder and round face. She was thick and tall but in a curvy way. Even sitting, she almost towered over every one. Simon was skinny and tall with dark blond hair that he cut low.

“Easy there, ginger ninja.” “You do realize that my hair isn’t actually ginger, don’t you? It’s red. As a hairstylist, you should know the difference. No, as a person with eyes, you should know the difference.” “Whatever you say, Agent Orange.” Bitch. “Oops, I’ve dropped my clip by your feet.” Crouching, Tasha gently placed her hands over Danna's black pumps. “Spread ’em, blondie. Bet you’ve heard that a lot before.”

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.