Danny Phantom Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I truly love you.” “Ugh!” Fanny turned her gaze away and sneered, then looked back at Damian. “Do you really love me? Don’t you just love my body and my power?” “Well, maybe more accurately. I’m with you because I enjoy your beautiful body,” Damian said, gently touching Fanny’s arm from top to bottom, “and I love your power for my revenge on Stella.” Fanny smirked. “Since we think alike and we’re using each other, I won’t be mad. I prefer someone honest like you to a hypocrite.” Fanny wrapping her arms around Damian’s neck.

Only now I see the name scribbled on the back of one frame in Levi’s handwriting. Danny. My stomach drops. This isn’t some random boy. This is Danny — the boyfriend Levi told me about, the one who took his own life two years ago. But the room doesn’t look like someone who died. Danny’s clothes still hang in the open closet. His books are stacked on the nightstand. More photos of the two of them together line the shelves and desk laughing, arms around each other, looking impossibly close. It feels like Danny could walk back in at any moment.

she said, nodding towards Frank's door. "You are not even going to invite me in?" Daniel asked mischievously "Not a chance in hell" she said before slipping into the air conditioned interior of her own home and closing the door firmly behind her. --------------------------------------- Two hours later, freshly showered and dressed in a green African print muumuu, Emma peered out the driveway. Daniel's car was nowhere to be seen. "Good" she said to herself. "it was just a bad dream. Daniel Rohan never existed".

his arms reaching out to hug him. If any other wolves were there apart from Laura or Daniella would have notices the adrenalines going through Dante as his body was rigid and muscles were tightening as if he is ready to break Cameron apart. "I wouldn't miss the opportunity to hang out with an old friend" and he turn to Daniella who gulped winking his eye at her. 'Time to torture you mate'

Sue: good people. “I think I n-n-need some—” Danny started, those fingers reaching up to touch the scar under the collar of his shirt. The rippled, sewn-together flesh that had been a part of his life for the past two months. He fingered it as a child tongues an aching tooth, or like an adult lifting a Band Aid to sniff the stink beneath—curious, but nope, still not better. “—help.” Not better at all.

Daniel looked at dr swan and said" darling, do you think you have a choice if you are not going it's ok don't ok I am then going to date your sweetheart ruby how about this do you think is it a good idea " (**Ruby, Swan, Daniel, Adam, isabella are the childhood best buddies who grew together ) Listening to what daniel said remain speechless Open his mouth "aaaaa....... "looking at dr swan appearance he laughed like a king who won the battle and said" so are you going or not if not then I going and " with that he stand up and when reached the door he was thinking why is this bastard no coming behind me didn't my trump card worked so turned around to see if the swan is coming or not.

At the moment, it’s a blowjob—something I have been dying to give him for weeks. I skip dinner and head straight into bed, trying to wrap my head around the insanity that just happened. Maybe I fell asleep in the car and all this is a dream. The thought flies out the window as soon as I remember Shane’s inquisitive look. There’s no way Pajama guy decided to haunt my dreams. If that guy were to show up in my slumber, he would be the Grim Reaper that ends me without a second’s hesitation. It’s real. All of it, including the lipstick I am to wear tomorrow.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

I chided her, jealous of the way she was drooling on my mate as I shimmied in my shorts. Mimzy laughed. “Well, he is. And the fact that he has come after you and is trying his best to woo you—that is so awesome.” She tipped her head up and prayed, “God, please gimme a man like Dane Llyod. I will worship you every day!” As I slipped in my tank top, I rolled my eyes. Goddess only knew what Dane had told Mimzy because she really adored him, and she was actually fangirling. “Okay, enough of that,” I stopped her. “When Dave comes, please take him to bed.”