Novel & Cerita Danny Phantom Christmas

She even made me wear long heels. It was dark inside. The flickering Christmas lights only did little to illuminate the space. It was cold too. Too cold, but nobody seemed to care. My eyes fell on the giant Christmas tree by the door. For the first time in my life, the sight of a Christmas tree tugged at my guilt. I was still staring at its bright colored red and green ribbons when someone suddenly grabbed it, yanking it off its stand. Then two n***d sweaty bodies came crashing against the glass door.

Dingo/Davin POV I had just got done meeting with Brad and Marcus, buying Danny just a bit more time when I heard Nicks rolling laugh come from her room. I hurried my step and walked in. “What did I miss?” I asked looking around. “Your naughty nip of a girl called me Santa and it’s not even December yet.” Nick said pretending to be wounded. He looked at me, then at her. “Well then, I’m off to the North Pole.” He gruffed as he let himself out. Nick was a good friend, always there when I needed him.

Liam asked, batting Molly’s hand away from his hat. Molly thought back to herself asking Mr. Kerstman, in jest, for a romantic Christmas wish. It was a memory that now caused an undeniable twinge in her heart. “No. I don’t think so.” “Oh.” Liam nodded. “Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?”

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

Everyone just liked to do everything she said. “Nice shots Sapphire” she said running, ducking and rolling. “So cold” Clara shivered as one came so close to her chest. With a move of a hand there was a wall in front of Sapphire. “Why are you here?” she asked. “Danny is here for holiday” she stated. “I care how?” she asked folding her hands. “I came to save you. Like you care for summits and you want to spend your whole day practicing war cry?” she asked with a knowing look.

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

I watched him pick something up and leave the kitchen, and I swallowed hard, wiping the sweat from my cheekbone. “Calm down, Lisa…” ****** It was D-Day. I could feel it would be a big feast, judging by the table arrangements and the amount of food displayed. Emily still hadn’t shaken off her nerves, but I knew she’d be fine. I dressed in the simple black gown I bought when I went out with Zayne. The thought alone sent butterflies to my stomach. Funny how this Christmas became the most memorable one of my life. I stepped out of my room, eager to meet the guests and cheer Emily up. I was excited to finally see Ark, until I bumped into someone.

Queen Seraphina laughed as she pointed towards Noel, who Miss Hart was holding, staring around, probably fascinated by the fluttering confetti. “It’s so beautiful and colorful, Grandmother!” Anabella, Elara’s oldest daughter, who was six years old, shouted cutely, clapping her hands. Her son, Nate, joined in catching the confetti, and it was truly a sight to see. “There, there!” Anabella shouted. “The flags are moving!” I leaned on my crutch, my eyes searching the distance until I saw the red and green Christmas flags being raised by a couple of people. “Beautiful,” I exclaimed.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.