Danny Phantom Christmas Novels & Stories

“I’m glad I got one.” “Good for you.” Danny smirks, leaning back in the tub, enjoying the warm water as it soothes his muscles. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. "See you in the afterlife, Mary. In hell, maybe." He lets out a quiet laugh, his lips curving into a smirk. But his eyes remain empty. Exhausted. "Loving someone is really hard."

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

My head begins to swim as the effects of the tequila begin to take hold, “I can't drive now.” “We can leave the car and get a cab,” Ana suggests. Damon looks between Ana and me, “I know we just met and all, but I could drive you and just take a cab home. I don't mind and I'm only here until Christmas so you don't have to worry about me camping out at your doorstep.” “Are you an elf or something and have to return to the North Pole?” Ana jokes. Damon chuckles, “Not even close.” I do like his laugh. He's just easy to be around. I can see that now. Even Ana is at ease, and she hates everybody. Plus, he is attractive in a tattooed James Dean type of way.

​He looked at Scarlett, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of genuine terror in his eyes. ​"My father didn't die ten years ago," Xavier said. "He just went into the dark. He’s the one who sent the message about Danny. He’s the one who hired the man who hired you." ​The Hamptons. Saturday. 8:45 PM. ​The interior of the house was lit only by the fireplace. The storm had finally arrived, rain lashing against the windows in a frantic, rhythmic beat. Danny was asleep on the rug, exhausted by the ocean air and the freedom of a day without fear.

“Damon, he'll see.” Daniel hurried up on hearing us and closed the door behind him. “He's gone.” She shook her head at me and I placed my lips on hers, kissing her passionately. She pulled back slowly. “Promise me, you'll not reject my gifts,” I asked her. Her eyes dimmed. “Thank you, Damon. For everything. I don't know how to repay your kindness.” “You can't,” I replied. “But look here. I really need something from you. I need your help with this,” I said and stepped back, showing her my bulge.

"This is where Christmas lived all year long at our house. My mother collected more decorations every year. I'd like to decorate, if you'll help me." Danny's hands circle my waist and she rests her head against my back. I cleaned the room from top to bottom, and sorted through boxes of decorations yesterday after I finished outside. I wanted Danny to help me decorate, so I left the boxes I wanted toward the front, and what we wouldn't need, toward the back. Danny's fingers are holding tightly to my shirt. I look down at her fingers, and remember thinking a few weeks ago that I didn't think they were sexy. How fucking wrong I was. I take her hands and turn. My fingers go to the zipper of her

It’s a Facetime from Dad, and I reluctantly pick the call, already suspecting why he’s calling. “Hey, Dad,” I greet, and a second later, Samantha, Scarlet's Mom, and my stepmom, rears her head through the screen. “Hey, Samantha. Happy holidays, guys,” I say, kicking off my shoes and already imagining a hot shower because the last thing I want to entertain is the frown on both their faces. Dad speaks. “Daphne, it’s a week to Christmas, and you’ve barely called your stepmother or me. Is this how you want us to end the year? Without speaking? You know that brings bad luck into the new year, right?”

It gave me a sense of euphoria, reminding me of Christmas Eve and how delightful I was during that time. The room was lit with a chandelier, but along with that were the candles placed on the gold-colored table runner. They were dressed in their usual outfit, and it wasn’t anything fancy since we were only having a casual dinner. As unexpected as it seemed, Danny was on a FaceTime with my sister, making me peer through his screen which he would unconsciously move away from my sight.