Danny Phantom Double Cross My Heart Novels & Stories

Author's POV Vincent’s steps grew fast and louder, echoing in her ears as danger, each one syncing with her heartbeat. Her breath hitched, dread crawling up her spine, making her paralyzed on the spot. He came closer, his eyes locked dead on hers. And she… she couldn’t look away. Even if she wanted to. There was something in those cold grey eyes, something dark and unreadable, like he was hiding a thousand things she could never name. She came to her senses, breaking her paralyzed form as her feet began to walk back instinctively, trying to escape the danger she was seeing in front of her.

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “That’s what happens when you touch Clinton Blunt’s girlfriend.” Danny laughs. “Drop the act. You two aren’t real.” Clinton tilts his head. “Oh? And why’s that?” “Because she’s still in love with me.” Clinton doesn’t blink. “The person she loves now is me.” “If that’s true,” Danny sneers, “why is her heart racing?” Heat floods my face. Clinton smirks. “Because of me.” “Sure,” Danny scoffs. “Tell me what you want…name your price. I’ll pay you to leave her alone.”

Danny heard a series of explosions from the hotel lobby. His eyelids fluttered. He frowned anxiously. Soon, there was dead silence upstairs. Danny hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He slowly walked upstairs. By the time he reached the thirteenth floor, he was out of breath. However, he stopped breathing altogether when he saw the scene in the corridor. The corpses on the ground were all bleeding profusely, and they included the Shadow Guards' corpses.

“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

There was a drone that was hovering about the park for some minutes, I remember smiling at the drone, happy about it, and when it hovered over Nigel and me, I had smiled at it because I thought nothing was amiss. Bloody idiot. If only I’d known that the drone was there to capture our hidden romance, I would’ve tried to conceal myself and Nigel. I let myself go and felt comfortable because I rarely got Nigel to myself and the few times I did, I made sure no worries got between us. I hesitate before moving on to the next picture. The pictures so far have gotten progressively worse and I know this next one would be more damning than the one I’m currently looking at. Sure enough, I turn to the n

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

"He told me not to tell anyone. He said I’d know when the right person came for it. He said I’d feel it in my gut when the game was ready to end." ​"Is it now?" she asked. ​Danny looked at her, then at Xavier. He saw the way Xavier was looking at Scarlett—not like an asset, not like a partner, but like a man who would burn the world down to keep her standing. ​"Yeah," Danny said quietly. "I think it's now."

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.

But it was perfect, this was it, the chance to payback Mr creepy smile for that crazy studious work he put Asher and me through yesterday. “It was quite —” I halted, at the sudden feel of Mr Dane's death threatening glare being flashed at me. His eyes screaming ‘ Don't you dare!’ one that hinted, I snitch and so does he. Yeah… it's best I don't shit at all. I can't risk Dad finding out about my silly excuse, urging him to find out the truth of why. “It has been quite a nice experience that I can say,” I said, my smile still one. “That's good to hear,” he replied, his hands slowly tapping my shoulders as his eyes moved around, “Right I heard there were four, so where is the last cub?”

That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Danny’s back as he shielded me from the fire. His voice, coughing blood, saying “Don’t be afraid,” and the doctor’s words, “If we delay any longer, the nerves will be permanently damaged.” The night light in the hallway was still on, and I walked to Danny’s door, my fingers hovering above the door. It suddenly opened, and he was sitting in his wheelchair, the collar of his shirt undone, the scar on his collarbone visible in the dim light.