Danny Phantom Black Hair Novels & Stories

He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh and look around the diner. It's Saturday evening and a lot of customers are beginning to step inside. The bell on top of the door rings, signaling their new customer. I stare at this new customer and cuss underneath my breath. All of a sudden, the place seems small in the presence of my boss, Killian Black. He's dressed in a dark green denim jacket, and black pants. I don't get to stare at him for too long because his eyes meet mine at once.

Everything seemed expensive that i'm afraid to touch it. Someone cleared their throat and i saw a man standing in front of us. I assume this is Daniella's father---Ryan Sparks. I gulped. He's a legend. His chin is help up defiantly as his dark eyes stared right at me and i almost cower in fear. I noticed that Daniella only got his ebony hair and his intimidating aura. There's also a woman standing right beside him. She smiled warmly at me but noticed she doesn't look like Daniella even a little bit. She has blond hair and ocean blue eyes.

My makeup is light, and I haven't quite decided on what to do with my hair. Just as I'm searching my phone for a hairstyle, Dante knocks and as I turn to the sound, he steps inside. His gaze lingers on me, then he says. “Leave your hair as it is.” I arch a brow. “And if I don’t?” His mouth twitches, almost a smile. “Then you’ll be ignoring very sound advice.” "Sound advice?" I ask quietly arching a brow. "What do you even know about black women hair?" "Not much." He admits and sits on my bed. "But, I know that you look very beautiful when it's in its natural state."

"Aren't you so lucky, dear?“ I was speechless and only gawked at D'Mathew if that was his name. I look at his rod that lay against the thick blonde hair on his groin. It was the same rod I had forced down my honeypot, except for having the wrong color of hair. On closer look, I discovered some blonde hair underneath his black hair. His hair was blonde, he had merely dyed it black.

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

They were almost identical except for the hair. "Did you know," I blurted and he eyed me strangely. "Did I know what, Hera," he asked me and I gritted my teeth and shook my head as I focused on my coffee. I didn't want to get involved in any family drama. "Is your hair naturally black," I finally asked curiously. Xander ran his fingers through the pink locks and grinned. "Yes, my hair is naturally very black, why so curious, Hera," he questioned and I shrugged. Rogue looked at me and grabbed my chin. He tilted my face and frowned.

greeting" from my mom and sister." He rolled his eyes but also looked down, looking ashamed. Danny was bigger than me by 5 inches, as well as the other guys. He shared in our father's features, having black hair that was pushed back out of his face, with the same gray eyes Sierra has. He has full thick lashes and brows and a pointed nose that matched mine. He was slightly tan and looked rather muscular for his age. All in all, my brother was very handsome. The best thing about him, though, was that his scent was pleasant. He smiled like honey and coconut. His aura was just as soothing to me like our dads. I smiled at him and took his hand in mine. He popped his head up quickly, tightening up

He is a merciless Vampire king, who crushes everything that comes in his way. DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish.

I am coming my love, I am coming for you. I call in the servants and ask them to help me cut my hairs. Like I said, it’s been so long since I had a decent haircut. As the boy cuts my hairs, I notice the dark black strands that bounce off my shoulder and finally land on the ground. Catty was right, I had the same hair colour as hers. Raven black. I whisper smiling.

Because this was none other than Damien Vandolff, the Vampire King. Damien was perfection personified. Built the size of a battle tank, a physique to die for and a face so unparalleled in beauty that no one can forget it once they had a look, he was the most coveted and the most dangerous creature on the planet. Except, he didn’t just break hearts, he crushed them in the palm of his hands, after ripping it out of the person’s body. His hair appeared black in the darkness but I knew that it was originally a very, very dark shade of red.