Danny Phantom Danny Novels & Stories

Danny asked innocently but I knew what he was saying, all hiding behind his honey deep talk. "You don't get to talk to me like that, magician." My nose flared with anger. I was getting enough of this bullshit. Men and their shits and the way they try to get me under their control! I wouldn't let that happen again. "Danny." He said and I looked at him confusedly. "The name is Danny, princess. I'm a wizard, not your simple magician that might have entertained you in your childhood." He rolled his eyes, and so did I.

She watched as Jake took out a photo from his bag and passed it to her. Her brows furrowed immediately. It was a picture of a guy, he looked like he was in his early twenties. He looked way too familiar but she couldn’t remember where she had seen him before. “Who’s he?” She questioned. “It’s unfortunate you don’t recognize him.” Kira clicked her tongue. “He’s Danny.” Rebecca’s jaw dropped. “Danny? Oh my God! Where is he now? Did anything happen to him?” Kira smirked. “Not yet.”

It seemed greedy Danny had done somebody the first time since she meant him “Well, the little butterfly loves her next looking beautiful… so had time to go shopping with the girls and boom,” Danny said in between chuckles while showing her the various masks he bought for her. Shania had to say, Danny took her butterfly identity seriously. Just looking at the beautiful masks. Shani knew he must have spent a lot of money “And about that man?” She asked and walked back to Danny, the issue of Christian was still pending. Shania hated the idea of having Christian around at the club and home

“You remember a guy that would come in and see you when you worked? You would only ever really speak to him. No one else held your attention in that place, well apart from Dylan. This guy would order black coffee and …” “French toast with fruit salad on the side with streaky bacon and maple syrup and eggs.” I say, and his smile gets bigger. “So you do remember. I’m Danny. I have watched you for five years, Rebel. I have been in love with you from a far. I knew who you were when you started to protect me. It was never my intention to drag you into this and for that, I’m sorry. Dylan and I want to be with you. It is wrong for us to ask you to choose. We are all the same. We all want the same t

"That's outside a doctor's pay grade. I handle the healing; I don't do intel." The look in Danny's eyes changed—the social politeness stripped away, replaced by genuine respect. "Chloe, I know I'm just a guy who runs errands, but if you're cool with it, I'd like to call you a friend." He straightened up, his tone crisp, like he was finalizing a contract. "If you ever find yourself in DC—whether you're in trouble or just need backup—Danny is just a phone call away." I was going back to DC.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

***ZANE'S POV*** "Zane? Oh damn it, Zane!" I hear a familiar high screech call out and as I open my partly swollen eyes, I see them. London and Dante. My world in here and I am chained like a dog to a fucking wall with a collar on my neck. "Honey? Are you hurt? Please tell me you are okay," I cry out as baby Dante stares at me with confusion, his face a mixture of fear and baby eyes.

"I just thought... maybe if I looked a bit more like the Billionaire’s Crush,' I would actually get a drink bought for me by a nepo guy tonight. Instead of just being you know....funny Gabe." Erica’s face did this weird twitch pity. I hated it. "Gabe, you are your own person. You don't need to be a photocopy of Danny. What happened to you?" "Danny is the one getting flown to Hawaii," I muttered, grabbing my phone. "Danny is the one who gets a Sinclair chasing after him like a lost puppy. Somehow he just gets the attention without even trying." I opened I*******m. My thumb hovered over the tag button. I tagged Erica. I tagged Noah. I even tagged Connor. Then I scrolled to Danny’s name.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t