Novel & Cerita Danny Phantom Crossover Fanfic

Danny was already shirtless, his messy hair brushing to a side as he looked up at me and the girl under him was only wearing her undergarments by now, making my face heat up in embarrassment. "Geez, what the hell, Katy!" he snapped, getting up and buckling up his loose belt as I walked up to him, my eyes not ripping away from the ground. "I, uh, sorry, I-I didn't think you'd be doing it right now...anyways, can I borrow your phone? I want to call Alex." "Are you-" he paused, glancing at the confused girl and grabbed my forearm before turning around. "Are you crazy? He would kill us, alright? He can't know that-"

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

she said, nodding towards Frank's door. "You are not even going to invite me in?" Daniel asked mischievously "Not a chance in hell" she said before slipping into the air conditioned interior of her own home and closing the door firmly behind her. --------------------------------------- Two hours later, freshly showered and dressed in a green African print muumuu, Emma peered out the driveway. Daniel's car was nowhere to be seen. "Good" she said to herself. "it was just a bad dream. Daniel Rohan never existed".

Chloe saw the confusion clear and started to walk away. "Wait! Please!" Danny blocked her path again, sweat beading on his forehead. "Could you... could you come to the hospital with me?" Chloe paused, her dark eyes signaling him to keep talking. Danny didn't dare mention his organization—the Moon Shadow Pack. Instead, he came up with a cover story. "It's my boss. He went to the countryside a while back, and since he got back, he's had this mysterious fever. The pack doctors are useless. I want you to take a look."

Zephyr pressed her hands to her chest as Damon continued to stare at her. "I'm leaving you with a warning: don’t go poking your nose into things that don’t concern you. Get out." His voice was cold, and Zephyr didn’t waste another second before sprinting out of the room. She ran as fast as her small feet would carry her, reaching her room and collapsing onto the bed. She felt scared. He was terrifying. Zephyr shut her eyes tightly, trying to push thoughts of him out of her mind. --- Damon sat in front of the fireplace, lost in thought. What the hell was wrong with him? That little girl should have been dead by now, but for some odd reason, he hadn’t let anyone touch a strand of her hair.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

I chided her, jealous of the way she was drooling on my mate as I shimmied in my shorts. Mimzy laughed. “Well, he is. And the fact that he has come after you and is trying his best to woo you—that is so awesome.” She tipped her head up and prayed, “God, please gimme a man like Dane Llyod. I will worship you every day!” As I slipped in my tank top, I rolled my eyes. Goddess only knew what Dane had told Mimzy because she really adored him, and she was actually fangirling. “Okay, enough of that,” I stopped her. “When Dave comes, please take him to bed.”

She hoarded the dreams privately, examining them in the mornings before she was fully awake, not ready to say them out loud because saying them out loud made them real in a way that felt simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. Dante told her first. One grey November morning, half asleep, face in the pillow, he said into the mattress — "I dreamed about a little girl last night. She had your stubborn mouth and she was running toward the river and I was trying to catch her and you kept telling me she was fine." Danielle went very still. "Was she?" she said carefully. "Fine?" "She made the ridge," he said. "She was incredibly fast." "Dante." "Mm." "I've been having dreams like that."