Danny Phantom Danny Fenton Novels & Stories

I cut in, my voice steadier than I felt, “what do you want?” He hesitated. That hesitation told me everything. “I heard things,” he said finally. My stomach dropped. “What things?” He looked uncomfortable now. “About Frank.” Of course. “What about him?” I asked. Danny’s gaze sharpened. “Is he playing you?” I stared at him, disbelief rushing in hot and fast. “Excuse me?” “He’s got a reputation,” Danny said, frustration creeping into his voice. “You know that. He doesn’t do anything serious. He doesn’t stick around.”

Xara glanced at James and seated herself. “A-Are you General Highsmith?” Xara’s eyes gleamed. Daniel looked at James. James laughed. “Xara, his name’s Danny. He’s not a general.” “H-He’s right.” Daniel quickly nodded in agreement. “Miss… Xara, was it? I’m not a general. My name’s Daniel… Sorry, Danny. I just resemble Daniel.” He stumbled over his words. Hearing this, Zara let loose a hearty laugh.

A few moments later, she returned the card to him. "Thank you sir." she told. He nodded and walked past them to carry the potted plants to the car. "Let me help you sir." Fiona said as she tried to carry the plants too, he shook his head and waved her away. The two ladies stood and watched as Dante took the plants to his car. Fiona leaned in to whisper to Camilla. "Oh Darling, it's going to be hard not to fall for him." Camilla turned to scold her but Fiona had already disappeared. She rolled her eyes and went to meet Dante at the car and they drove off.

Claire P.O.V Danny has been the Beta and Ethan Randall's right-hand man for nearly two decades. It's quite the perk for Danny; besides being the Beta, he knows the ins and outs of the money-printing business owned by the Alpha, the ruler of The Silver Fire Pack. Danny didn't answer my question immediately. He just stared at me with his light brown eyes—warm and bright colours, especially in the summer. "Is it because the Alpha already has a fiancée that this is bugging you?"

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

“Collection my ass, Matson. “Those fucking figurines you have is a collection, not these damn guns. Or am I going to have to go through the list of shit that Bruce does?” “You are getting really cocky for a man in your situation.” “If a man in your situation did not try and force me to go against my principles, I would still be sitting and sucking your ass.” “I am a bounty hunter, and this steroid bunny here works with me.” “Explains the mood swings; I thought the bunny was having PMS.” Danny starts getting up for what now seems the fifth time, “This bunny is going to slap you.” But then Summer comes back outside, “I am going to slap you. Give Aaron a break now. The only damn thing he has no

She was terrified, he could feel the shivers deep in her body. “You know what? We got off on the wrong foot,” the man said, interrupting Xyrus’s thoughts as he switched tones, suddenly sounding more professional. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene. You see, I’m Danny Buenaford, and I’m here to speak to my wife, Lana Reign Buenaford.”

He has to be behind our inability to find an investor. . Before I can grab the doorknob, Camila’s front door is opened—leaving my hand hanging in the air. The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. “Hello, Lilah,” Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it’s fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he’s wearing does little to hide his muscles. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met—except Beau if I’m including that horrible human being in

I squinted at him. “I’m sorry,” I said, “do I know you? You look familiar.” He grinned. “I’m Danny Fox. I’m an actor.” Donatello looked him up and down. “Oh, you’re in that show about the baseball player.” “Yeah.” “Great show,” he said, “you’re a very talented young man.” “Thank you,” said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.”

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."