Danny Phantom Desiree Novels & Stories

This triggered the appearance of his fangs as he cringed at me. It was a short time to process me being tied up to a board with an injured wrist while the love of my life I desired so much was fully active in the scene. I was supposed to be on a fucking date with him. I was even expecting him to propose to me today after ten long years but here he was attempting to unalive me after slapping the face he seemed to adore too much.

Some people came to comfort Stella as she kept sobbing. "What is happening here? What is with all the crowd?" A haughty, feminine voice rang behind my back. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around to see if it was who I thought it was. I was not mistaken, it was indeed Desiree Sinclair. Desiree was Draven's younger sister. She was in Italy all this time, pursuing her career in fashion design. She left the pack when I was still with Draven, when did she come back? She looked a lot like Draven and their mannerism were so alike that anyone should guess they were siblings.

I chuckled, I couldn't stop eaves dropping, it felt good to see the maids speaking freely and discussing out their heart. "Will you drop it there?" I heard another maid picking up the conversation. "Nothing is special about your wish because it is similar to Asia's, did you forget that you told me what your wish is? " After saying this, she leant in and lowered her voice as if she wanted to share a secret but I could still hear them. "For your information, Danny wishes to be mated to that beautiful Alpha, Alpha Leoric... She loves him alot."

“What if it’s not about where you belong, Victoria? What if it’s about what you want?” She stepped back, the words echoing in her mind. What did she want? The question lingered in her chest, knotting itself up with every passing second. She’d never let herself consider it—not with Lord Thomas, not with anyone. Desire had always been a distant, fleeting thing, an idea too dangerous to indulge. “I want... freedom,” she said quietly, her throat tight. She took another step back, only to feel the back of her legs hit the edge of a chair. The Duke was there, just a few inches away. She could feel the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze.

And like the purest of artists automatically do when inspiration strikes, Alexandra Dupont had slipped right through the crack with another of her inimitable masterstrokes. I snarl and kill the holovid playback with a violent stab, spinning away before the sight of her exultant features filling my windscreen can burn into my retinas yet again. Before the phantom wafts of her sweat-soaked leathers and race exhaust inundate my senses in ways that still leave me...discomfited. "Luca," I bark over my shoulder, "Status update on the simulations." My oldest friend and head engineer straightens in his seat, shooting me an inscrutable look.

I use my shirt sleeve to clean the mist from my glasses as she pulls my file up, her nails tapping against the keyboard. “Okay, here we go. Diane Dizon.” “It’s Diane.” She flashes me a tight smile, such a contradiction to her soft, seductive voice. She’s stunningly beautiful her makeup flawless, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder in movie-star smooth waves, but she’s dressed inappropriately, in a tight black dress that barely covers her butt, her fingernails blood-red and clawlike. My Mama would turn her nose up at associating with this woman and remind me never to dress like that if I wanted any respect.

“Open this fucking door, Desiree” “Language”, Daphne scolded as she swatted her mate on his arm. Desiree who was still at the window’s edge, rolled her eyes and stood up from where she was sitting. She walked to the door and unlocked it before going to her vanity mirror and sitting in front of it. The alpha king pushed the door open, nearly pulling it out of its hinges, “Who is he?”, he growled immediately he stepped into her chambers, “Who is he?”, she asked back, combing through her chocolate brown locks. She thought that if she could frustrate him enough, he would drop the topic all together and release her in time for her meet up with Harrison.

It was my first day and I already felt this way. But I refused to let him get to me. I packed up my things, shoving my papers into my bag with maybe a little more force than necessary. As I did, I caught sight of Nathaniel in his office, still standing by the window, the glow of the city skyline casting long shadows across his face. He looked... different. Not cold. Not intimidating. Just... tired. I blinked, Nope. Not falling for it. Nathaniel Rhodes was an emotionless, ego-driven robot, and I wasn’t about to start looking for depth where there was none.

Frank grinned softly and shook his head. "Just kids being kids," he replied smoothly. "Have a good evening, Mr. Clausen. Desiree." Desiree shivered. "Good night, Frank," she murmured. She scurried out to her car to avoid Dan. He was a pompous ass, and he would bad-mouth Frank. Desiree didn't want to hear it. She was already annoyed with him. If he hadn't shown up when he did, she was sure Frank had been on the verge of making her fantasies come true. She plopped down in her car and shivered when her fingers found her drenched pussy. God, I want him so bad! she thought.

The love didn't fade, not in a minute. Farrah cleared her throat first before answering Ashleigh. "Her love for the pack. Since we were young, she was already planning on taking care of the whole pack. She was so happy when she discovered that she will be a Luna soon. However, she didn't accept Nicolas. She knew that if she did that, the whole pack would live like hell. Nicolas isn't the man she was wanting all her life, Xanthea was so excited to know her mate but she doesn't want to risk us for her own good." A tear fell from her eyes after saying that. The triplets can feel her pain, but she tried to hide it by smiling. "I miss my best friend so much," she added and stood up.