Danny Phantom Fanfiction Watching Memories Novels & Stories

His arms around me, strong and warm and. My cheeks burned. 'Oh damn it, what is happening to me right now? Why am I thinking these thoughts? Kelly, come on, think something different.' *Stocks. Okay. Stocks, investments, money, money, racing, dancing, Sexy Red.* But thinking about Sexy Red just made me remember Danny sitting in the VIP section, staring at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The way his eyes followed my every movement. The intensity of his gaze.

Karden's Pov. It was already passed 11 pm when I leaned back in my chair, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders, but the heat inside me didn’t fade. Daniel. I couldn’t shake him. The memory of his hands on me, the way he’d fucked me when he thought I was River, drunk and reckless… it was still burning through my veins. The thought made my pulse race, made my body tighten in ways that had nothing to do with the man in the room with me.

Dani looked up at him. "If I don't..." She swallowed. "...I'll spend the rest of my life wondering." Julian nodded. "Then I'm right here." She smiled weakly. "I know." --- Around them, the chamber remained eerily quiet. Even Evelyn Rowe and the other Custodians kept their distance. Victor stood near the Memory Engine, his expression unreadable. For the first time since Dani had met him... He wasn't trying to control the moment. He was simply watching history unfold.

Later yesterday, after I was able to spend a really emotional evening with Danny, I was glad I got to talk to her and was also able to convinced her that I had lost my memory too. I could see the shock in her eyes as she tried to explain the past 16 years of my life that I couldn't remember over ice cream and told me to take it easy and she would explain and handle the rest of my friends and Ethan. Earlier The Previous Day "DANNY!!!" I whispered her name, afraid she would disappear if i said it too loud, I still couldn't believe it, Danny was alive, Danielle Floyd was in front of me. I walked slowly as I began to pick up speed running towards her as I started crying in her arms

"Why are you still fighting? Why are you trying to put these messy, hurting memories back into a head that has finally found peace?" "She's not at peace," Kael growled, his silver code sharpening. "She's a statue. She's a machine built to hold a wall." "And she's happy that way," The Phantom countered, ghosting a hand near Kael’s silver chest. "She doesn't remember the river. She doesn't remember the rejection. She doesn't remember the way you broke her ribs in the snow. If you give her these memories back, you're just giving her back the pain." The Phantom stepped into his personal space, her face inches from his.

Danny was standing down the hallway. Watching us. Again. My blood boiled instantly. We locked eyes. And I knew one thing: This wasn’t over. Not even close

Do not tell anyone you are seeking it. I need you to keep watching over my beautiful Sage as I know you have and as for my Danny while he was only mine for a brief moment, a gift from the Goddess to ease my journey. You see I loved Danny from afar all my life since we were thirteen and I will continue to love Danny from afar in my after life but Danny belongs to another and in some ways he always has. They were also destined and theirs will be a life time of love if he can open his heart once again.

he said. "Interesting… I like this though," Darius said. "Now, this witch I mentioned can't make you remember all your past memories. At least you will have a fragment of it all," he further explained. "That's no probs. Let's head there right away. Thank goodness there is still time," Darius said. At this point, his mind is not at rest anymore. He is ready to find out. "I still want to have some air. Can't we just stay a moment?" Danny requested.

he hurled in pain hoping to seat down on the couch. " Mr. Whitefield are you alright? the female caller inquired with concern. " Danny, and yeah I am fine. About my Mother I will come and see her, " Danny reluctantly agreed. " That is fantastic sir, when can we expect you? " " 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.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.