Danny Phantom Danny Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This job, with your father?” Urgh. Another one I regretted telling. I really should get better at keeping secrets. Once it slipped out, they never fucking forgot about it. “No,” I said. “Nothing to do with that prick.” “Pity,” he said. “Your father knows good business.” I looked at his friendly eyes, heavy brown with grey. Danny was South African, accepted by the locals slowly over the years, until he was now a piece of the Much Arlock furniture. “Where are you leaving us for?”

“No problem, be on the lookout if anyone tries to disrespect you again. Not in my fucking diner,” “How did you do that?” I ask, looking at him curiously. I know Danny is not that old, yet he’s not that young either. How could he scare off half a dozen young men with toned muscles and silver guns strapped to them? “Bastards like them pretending to be hunters ain’t no threat to me,” Danny shrugs, and I just look at him. “Now get back to work,” He says, patting my shoulder, stepping past me and clearing his throat but I follow him with my gaze.

My assumptions were right. I really wish Damien can find another girl, a decent and lovely girl. I wouldn't mind if she is from China or India, all I wanted is for my son to be in safe hands and Vivian that I know is a sorry case. My phone rang again. It was Danny. "Good morning, princess", he greeted and I couldn't help but smile widely. He makes me happy and I couldn't believe I was genuinely happy after all the years. Danny was indeed a good man, with a good soul. He was a great lover and a wonderful pamperer. He pampers me to the core.

“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

“Elara!” My search is rudely interrupted when Hannah’s cloying voice comes from the screen again. “Do you want Damon to be your daddy?” she asks Danny, and from what it looks like, she seems to be in the hospital. “Yes!” Danny replies excitedly. “I want him to be my daddy. Can he really be my daddy, Mom?” “Of course he can,” she smiles, cupping his face. “Just do as I say, and soon enough, he’ll be your actual daddy in no time.”

I walked to sit on the couch, seeing the redhead woman, Daniella, as she entered the office carrying a mug of coffee. “My apologies, boss, I was not aware of you having a guest over. Mr. Leonardo took his mug…” “Get her a latte, Daniella, and make it quick” Dante said, dismissing the woman before he took a seat in front of me. He placed the mug on the coffee table in front of us and turned to face me as I sat on the couch, staring at the wall in front of me, and crossing my arms over my chest. He raised his leg on the couch under him and chuckled at my behavior “I know that I hurt you a lot with what I did…”

And yet, he never once defended himself. It is as if he enjoys being feared. "Hi Danny!" I chirp and wave at him. Danny looks at me wide eyed and grunts. "Don't call me, Danny." Thomas gives me a warning glance as if to tell me I shouldn't talk to Danny. What do they think will happen if I talk to him? Is he going to murder me? "That's your name, isn't it?" I wink. "The name is Daniel. And don't fucking talk to me."

I couldn't stop staring at the center of the field. At Danny. He was enormous. He'd always been big, but standing there now in the afternoon sun, he looked like something that was built in a lab specifically to cause damage. Wall of muscle. Scar along his left cheek. Same smirk he'd been wearing since we were kids. Less than ten feet away from me. My jaw locked.

I shimmied into Danny's varsity jacket as we walked toward the parking lot, and pulled it tightly around my body. Danny was standing against his red pickup truck, talking on the phone to someone, assumedly his mom. She hadn't been able to make it to the game tonight, since his little sister was sick all afternoon. I watched him as he ran a hand through his messy hair, chuckling at something his mom said. His mom was his kryptonite, he was an absolute mama's boy. He caught me out of the corner of his eye, and his face lit up. "I gotta go, I love you." He said quickly, and hung up as I walked up to him. "Hi." He pulled me close to his side and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," 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 Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.