Danny Phantom Christmas Novels & Stories

Christian sighed in annoyance. “I felt like I am cheating on someone, and honestly, I feel horrible later.” He backed away, looking not anything in particular while Danny silently watched him with his lips pressed in a straight line. Christian turned. “I think some female spirit is ghosting around me. What do you think?” He asked, and Danny chuckled. “You are perfectly fine. Don’t worry. I will set your date with Sasha. She is a supermodel, you will definitely….” Before Danny could complete, Christian interrupted.

Donny wandered back down into the basement a few minutes after his father. While the Doc wasn’t much of a conversationalist, his son certainly was. Donny talked enough for the both of them. And he’d come bearing gifts too, more pie, and his laptop to stream something to watch. Around his neck he wore a lighted necklace shaped like Christmas tree lights and reindeer antlers on his head. “I just thought you could use some company down here. I’m sure you’re missing spending the holiday with your family. So, I thought maybe I’d bring a bit of Christmas down to you,” he grinned, “pick your poison Egg Nog or apple cider?”

Caspian mumbled, leading Ramona to take a seat on the cushion near the table. Dante let go of Justice's leg and ran to his parents, immediately hugging his father's leg. "Daddy, do not chase uncle away." Caspian blinked quickly. "I am not," Ramona laughed and reached out her arms to little Dante. "Come on baby," Dante released his father's legs and let his mother carry him onto her laps. "Oh." Caspian turned his gaze back to Justice. "Will you not be attending tonight's Christmas party?"

Each chair has a snowflake or snowman cover with a red ribbon tied into a bow at the back of the chair. The top of the island had a long runner. It looked like the front of Santa's suit. White on the ends as the fur, then red velvet for his suit, and a black belt in the middle. There was a candle set on top of the runner and a small 3 foot tree at the end of the island. I was in love with this kitchen. The window in front of the sink had a beautiful view of the woods. "So, what do you think so far?" my mom asked me.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

I know immediately who it is and turn to see Donnie Esposito, clad in a dark suit that says nothing about Christmas, approaching us, a gold pocket watch in his hand. He doesn’t even give me a glance; his eyes are fixed on Fabiola, who immediately grips my hand tightly. Without a word, Franky makes himself scarce and heads back toward the bar. Donnie stops in front of us, his eyes as cold as the snow outside, his black hair slicked back and wet looking. It may be his party, but I never would have expected to run into the man himself, especially so casually in a one-on-one situation like this. “Merry Christmas, sir—” I start to say but am quickly cut off.

Mrs Willow never mixed business with family but when her stepson insisted she couldn't deny. Christmas was near...and as the city had snow everywhere it was a great time to cherish the Christmas spirit. People roamed around with their children and buying gifts for their loved ones. The decorated reindeers...fake and real were standstill in the streets. The fake Santa was waving the little kids...giving candies to them. At night, the decorated streets with Christmas lights enhanced the view. It was so perfect for Pidge...she was excited.

“Yes, my love, I know that. What do we need to do to have it?” She shook her head and chuckled as she imagined Daniel in a Father Christmas costume.“You want to have Christmas?” He looked down in her eyes and smiled. “I want to give YOU Christmas. I've seen your memories of it, the tree and sitting in front of the fireplace. They're good memories, I want to give you that too." When they returned to their group, Damien wrapped his arms around Gretchen from behind and pulled her close to his chest. "We're going to give Gretchen Christmas, although, I don't have the faintest idea what that entails, so any help would be appreciated."

Michael particularly liked the pony rides a local farmer had provided, and Melody was pretty sure he’d stay glued to the back of that horse all day long if Reid didn’t tempt him down with the promise of a trip to Delaney’s for a muffin. Once the sun started to drop below the horizon, the Christmas lights began to twinkle, and the crisp air had a note of magic in it. Melody had always thought Christmas Eve was the most magical night of the year. A light snow began to fall as she and Reid walked hand in hand—Michael grasping her other hand—toward the church so that he could get ready for the Christmas concert. He was skipping along, attempting to catch snowflakes on his tongue, bubbling over w

I tried again, and was about to stumble when the stranger caught my arm and I sucked in a breath. “Let me help you. Come with me to my room.” He said. I was about to decline, when I paused. I came back to the bar to clear my head and forget about what had happened tonight. And what other better way was there to enjoy oneself on a Christmas Eve more than frolicking with a hot white-haired man in a leather outfit? I nodded and placed my hand in his outstretched one. I jolted at the almost electrical pulse that moved through me. I was certain he felt it too, ‘cause his eyes narrowed for a moment before it went back to normal.