Danny Phantom Black Hair Novels & Stories

Like everyone here knows him, respects him, and I’m just some shadow tagging along. I follow him in, feeling smaller by the second, like I don’t belong. Like I’ve never belonged anywhere. Edmondo wastes no time. “I need someone who’s good with colors. Paint her hair black. An unremovable and irrevocable black.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I blink, stunned. “What do you mean, Edmondo? You can’t just… my hair? Why do you want to dye it black?”

Anna's POV And just like Erica said, Danny came over with a box of pepperoni pizza and drinks. Danny was Erica's boyfriend, they had been dating for eight months and I think they were a perfect match. With his sandy blond hair, tanned skin, dimpled cheeks, sea-green eyes that seemed to glow from afar, and his infectious smile but he was shy and reserved yet somewhat easygoing. There was a certain glow of affection in his eyes whenever he looked at Erica. It was as if she held the stars within her own eyes while also lighting up the entire galaxy that is Danny Phantom.

Dylan said with a cheerful smile on. “Really,” I said with a smile. “I am fine.” Dylan had curly hair that danced around his frame, giving him a bouncy look. He had sunkissed skin and bright eyes which made him the ultimate optimistic personality. Hawk on the other hand. “I see.” He had a mohawk hair cut and he was gangster like in nature. “Who exactly is it you want to see?” Dylan peered. “Don't worry about it, I'll just look for her my myself.”

Over his Jeep's hood, he waved to Dana, the self-proclaimed avant-garde hair stylist who ran the salon two doors down from the museum, who stood in the salon’s rear door, smoking. Exhaling a narrow plume of blue-gray smoke, Dana flicked the ash from her cigarette. “Morning, Jimmy. You’re looking sharp today.” She laughed, a hacking, hoarse sound, gesturing to his body-hugging biking attire. “When you gonna let me cut your hair?” Jim grimaced at thehorrifying thought, unconsciously running his hand over his neat, cesear crop. This week, Dana’s hair was colored hot pink, styled in a spiky, wild cloud about her head, but you never knew from one day to the next what you'd find with Dana.

Black straightened his back and then tug at his fictional beard, he said “Dream on girl” Strutting toward her with an expressionless face makes Daphne scared the more. “We are visiting Denee outfits on Monday, prepare for that and stop aiming hopelessly around,” he said. Daphne said nothing. “If this is part of grandma’s plan to win me over, don’t even try!” He said with a stern face. “I don’t have to win you over Mr.Black, we don’t belong to each other” Daphne said straight to his face.

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

Whispers of speculation cutting through the air. Then the man appeared. And half the crowd forgot how to breathe. Cinthye nearly did too. Not because he was handsome. Although he was. Not because he was famous, even that was a fact. No. Because for one horrifying second—she thought Damien had dyed his hair. The resemblance was ridiculous. Tall build, broad shoulders, sharp jaw. Intense eyes ocean blue eyes genuine and no contacts on. The only major difference—Black hair. Not silver or blond. Jet black.

The house was pact, and I could see the security guards trying to keep the paparazzi out of place. I move my head around and smile as I see Danny sitting up front, right at the end of the runway. God- he looked handsome. He wore a navy buttoned-up with a light gray suit. It fit him perfectly, making his gray eyes pop even more. It was as if he sensed my staring and turned, smiling and winking at me, making me blush. I smiled, bit my lip, and lowered my head to hide my blushing.

Tammy: "Who is this pretty damsel?". The man, who I assumed to be Colton asked, sending a smile my way. He looked nothing like Damon. His black hair had a thin strip of grey in it, but he still looked youthful. While Damon's eyes were blue, his were a light brown. For someone that looked to be in his late sixties, he sure looked agile. The woman on the other hand, looked to be of the same age as Stella. She was cladded in a mauve dress that wasn't so fitted but brought out her shape. Her black hair was styled to give her facial features a soft and feminine appearance. She was simply elegant but looked nothing like Damon.

He added, gave me a very manic smile. I looked at him from head to toe, he didn’t have the normal orbs that one would see, Zane had ash eyes and a head full of curly brown hair, he was tall and handsome, was dressed in a pair of black slacks and and black shirt, I was not mistaken, he and Dante had same style except Dante is the more decent version of him, What was up with these people, why would good looking men be so manic. “Catch you later guys.” As he made to walk out of Dante’s office, a knock came on the door and Dante’s secretary walked into the office.