Danny Phantom Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I thought loudly to myself. Danny's P.OV.. I couldn't help but grin at her words. She had no idea how lucky she is that I'm restraining myself right now; that last action of hers almost had her bent over my desk, getting exactly what she wanted. I watched her delicious figure disappear through the doors. Just you wait, panda bear, just wait. You have no idea what I have in store for you. My grin got bigger at my own thoughts as dirty thoughts and images flooded my mind. a moment later my phone vibrated on my desk wanting to believe it was text from malia with a picture of her in her panties soaked in juices telling me "to look at what ive done" just thinking of her actually doing that was ma

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.

Author Pov Peering his eyes open Damon extended his arm to bring the cause of his warmth back in his arms but instead met with coldness. He instantly looked beside him and was met with an empty bed. His heartbeat accelerated and fear crept up in his veins not finding her near him. Instantly jumping off the bed he let the blanket fell off the bed. He was only in his sweatpants as he took a shower before sleeping. He looked around like a mad man in panic and finally heaving out a huge sigh of relief he found her standing in the balcony. His princess.

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."

“No. That’s not. I’m stating the fact. You need to stop whatever you’re planning. You’re no match for me, understand?” His words chilled her to the core. She shouted to mask her fear. “Stop reading my thoughts. I hate you!” “I’ll try, Danica. But with you, I can’t always control.” That was a lie! He reached for her throat. His thumb stroked along it, in a gesture of possession. Strangely, it calmed her nerves, while arousing something else. She caught herself leaning forward and stopped. “I scare you,” he muttered, his eyes hooded. “I’d be lying if I said I entirely hated that.”

“Even if I die, I will come back as a ghost for your head. You’ve disappointed me greatly, brother.” There was not a trace of fear in Dawn’s eyes, and Ricardo frowned. This man resembled his mother more than his father. When Don Daniels died, he was full of hatred and fear. However, Dawn’s mother only looked at him with a deadly promise that haunted the advisor for years, even after her death. Looking into Dawn’s grey eyes that took after his mother, he was once again reminded about the woman he couldn’t have.

That is when it clicked for him. Danny is sneaking a girl into school. Or is hiding one in his room all the time. That explains why he never wants to hang out in his room, why he plays girly music in there and why he sometimes smells like flowers. He has a girlfriend that he is hiding in his room. “That is what the article says. He eats the used toilet paper after he wipes his ass after sh-” “No, Ty, shut up! Seriously, don't say another word.” Thomas cries out.

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".

Vivian sighed, the sound sharp through the line. “Ms. Hart, I am Damien Cross’s assistant at work. Not his keeper. And certainly not his spy.” “I understand,” I said softly. “I was just worried.” “Well, I would love to go back to sleep now,” she replied. “Good night.” The call ended before I could say anything else. I lowered the phone slowly, the quiet rushing back in like a tide. I was about to place the journal back where I found it when the door behind me creaked open.

The rest of us couldn't help but giggle watching the two of them. I miss seeing my brothers and parents, with everything going on they have been taking care of their pack which I don't mind and they do come first but watching Chloe and Jasmine really makes me miss my ridiculous brothers. Alex and Brandon have become like my brothers and I can't wait for the four of them to find their mates. "Someone just crossed our shield." Diane said as her eyes swirled blue like a hurricane was about to hit. "Get everyone up and get them to the cellars now!" Stephen shouted through the link. "I'll get Danny and Ember." I said running towards the stairs, I didn't wait for anyone to reply back to me. I coul