Novel & Cerita Danny Phantom Exe Real Name

"Had. I left them a long time ago." "Why?" "Long story." "I've got time." I looked toward the bedroom. Em was still asleep. "My real name isn't Axel Cruz," I said. "It's Dante Moretti. My father was Carlo Moretti. Head of the Moretti crime family in New York. Vincent is his brother. My uncle." "You're mafia?" "Was. I left when I was seventeen. Came west. Changed my name. Became Ghost. Joined the Iron Serpents. Never looked back."

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“This isn’t an act of pity. I am just helping an old friend. It's the only way I can have you as close as I can. “ “I googled you. “ She blurted, making me smirk. She had been thinking of me too. Good. “I found nothing on you. “ I walked closer to her and leaned into her ear, “My name is not something you will find in any magazine or online article. I hate attention hence why I am a silent businessman. “ The biggest fucking gangster in New York had no business appearing in a simple fucking G****e search.

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?"

When the man didn't answer, Krystoff continued, "The answer is, no one would think that. Which leads me to another conclusion. Either Vasiliy wanted me for some other unknown reason, or he was working under another's orders. Someone who doesn't have the resources to take me into custody." Krystoff leaned against the table, giving the sweating man a level look. "You have one chance to tell me who the Phantom is. Give me a name and you will walk out of this club." The guy swallowed, a bead of sweat trailing down his hairline. "There is no name. He goes by the name Phantom, but we've never - "

She realized who he was talking about. “Did he want to come inside?” she gestured towards Rob and the man nodded. “He’s been trying for almost an hour. He wants to see you, but I couldn’t allow him inside without Matteo’s permission.” “Thanks a lot. He is Rob Phantom, a criminal. I couldn’t reach out to Matteo yet. Did you call him?” “No, I called Freddie and explained about the man. I’ll just tell him the name you mentioned. Don’t worry, miss. You’re quite safe here in the office room.”

"Oh my God!!" "You're Princess Damontry!" Damontry just stared at her place while he pinned her to the wall, after removing his hood, revealing his brown curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the details of his sculpted face. "Don't be afraid, I'm the Daniel I told you about, Mr. Spencer. I'm the butler at King William's Palace. You can call me Danny." He said smiling radiantly and turning away from Damontry a little before bowing to her in submission.

He said as he tried to control his breath. Hearing that, I put aside my bat that has been dyed red with his blood. I took a chair and sit in front of him, waiting for him to speak. "M-My real n-name is D-Danny. I-I'm not Chi-Chinese, I'm British. I-I came he-here to s-seek job un-until she found me." He pauses to catch his breath once again, blood drips down from his chin to his pants. I nod and ask him who 'she' is. But he stopped, his body slightly trembles as I ask him once again who she is. It seems she is someone who he fears more than respect.

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

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.