Danny Phantom Exe Real Name Novels & Stories

His eyes well up and I gulp, my heart racing. He would never get like this if he were lying, no, Roman wouldn't. When I neither say anything or move away, but stare at him, he knows and understands that I am listening to him. "Okay." He takes a breath, blinking back the tears and looking away from me for a second, before looking at me again. "Danny is not who you think he is. He is not the good and loving boyfriend he potrays himself to be. He wouldn't have hurt you the way he did last Summer, no, he wouldn't have cheated on you at that party."

I wondered what her story was. “She traps people in her snare.” She elaborated, “That’s what fae fairies are good at. Inside the prison, her mind games won’t work but out here, I can’t say much. I’m Danny by the way. You’re the Russian vampire who stole blood bags from the hospital you worked at, right? Pleased to meet you.” “Same here, I guess? What did you do?” I blurted out. “Oh, I wiped out a group of werewolf hunters.” She said casually like she’d just dropped a few biscuits in her tea.

I don't know, " Danny answered in a dull tone, while he used his fore and middle finger to massage the side of his head. His head was throbbing from having to deal with all the bad memories of his childhood he had buried deep in the recess of his mind. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

Or was it chairman Austin who gifted her? "Boss, have you forgotten about him..." "About who?" I asked, getting curious. "Him... The one who worked as underboss in DarZ group before young master Erick joined." My expressions turned cold when he mentioned about him. The guy who was not only a colleague of mine but also my best friend. The friend who I could trust my back to. 'Phantom' was his codename. How could I forget about him? I looked at Alex sharply and asked,"Why are you mentioning him?Did you research his family background?"

John confirmed and turned to Carlo, saying, "It's not surprising, though. You two have been friends forever." In disbelief, I looked at Carlo and asked, "What is he saying, dude? I don't understand." Carlo appeared stunned and hesitant before responding, "It's true, I am HexPhantom. I didn't reveal my identity because I feared being targeted by the underworld organization, particularly since John's father is a mafia boss." John interjected, "I'm surprised you figured it out." Confused, I responded, "So, you are HexPhantom, and he's the son of a mafia boss?"

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

F*ck! Darryl stopped short, flashing a pained smile. "You've got it all wrong. I'm really not a human trafficker. I'm Darryl Darby, from the Elysium Gate." To tell the truth, Darryl did not wish to expose his identity. Yet with how things were going, he had no other choice.

“He’s here. He’s here.” The room went dead still. “Who?” Halstrom pressed. There was a crackle, a low breath across the line. “The…..” And then the call choked with static. I froze, pulse hammering. Because just before the silence swallowed Carter’s voice, I’d heard it, something Damon had said days ago. A nickname he’d given the Man in White in the dark humor of exhaustion. The Phantom. Carter had been about to say it. But then his voice twisted into a scream that ripped through the line, sharp and final.

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."

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.