Danny Phantom Fic Novels & Stories

Danny lowers his eyes on his plate while I hold my cup up to shield my face. With a whisper, I get Arawn’s attention, and I shake my head. “Be nice. Please.” But he just scoffs, emptying his cup of coffee. “I have to make a phone call. Hurry up, Dan.” “Aam alrdy hwrrng.” Danny munches, looking like an abandoned puppy dog. Leaning forward, I get him to halt while looking at me. “Don’t be sad. We can do something fun next time.” He nods repeatedly, smiling happily, and I sit back up straight.

Danny Parker, the boy with striking blue eyes and blonde hair, was always seated near Dawn in class. Despite the constant bullying she endured, Danny remained by her side like a shadow. He would often stand up for her, only to end up beaten by others. Surprisingly, Dawn felt deeply connected to him as a best friend. One day, while studying together in the library, she murmured, "I wish I could stay with you forever. Nobody wants me." Danny’s heart shattered at her words. In that moment, he vowed to be with her forever.

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

"Same thing." "No. It is not." --- That night, I sit on the porch. The stars are out. The air is cold. The world is dark. Damon is inside. He is in the study. He is writing. The blue notebook is open on his desk. His hand is moving across the page. I do not know what he is writing. I do not ask. I think about what Dr. Cross said. Good things do end. Good things also come back. That is the system.

He threw her on the bed and walked away, exhaling regularly, trying to contain the fire that began to form inside him. "You've been dreaming about Danny, and who is Danny? » She jumped off the bed and approached him, disapproving of his condition, "What?? Is this your way of getting away with your heinous act? Are you accusing me?! And who is this Danny? » He turned to her, taking her by surprise, and she took a few startled steps, and he revolted against her nervously: "If I had known who Danny was, I would not have asked you, and I am not running away from what you did because I did nothing. I was at the waterfall taking a shower as usual, and when I shower I take off my clothes on the ide

“I think Danny may be interested in Cassie.” “But isn’t he mated?” “He was, but his mate left him and moved to another pack nine months ago.” “How do you know all this?” “I ran into Cassie at her sister’s bachelorette party, and Danny was there.” “Danny was at a bachelorette party?” “Yes. No. Yes. It's complicated. You don’t want to know.” "Do we want to know why YOU were at her sister's bachelorette party?"

she muttered. The moment she pulled up his page, her mouth dropped open. Danny had a very active social life. He also had a girlfriend, judging by the pictures plastering his page of the two of them together at expensive balls, on a yacht and even a trip to New York City. The woman was young, Lana guessed early twenties—the same age she had been when he chased after her. “Wow, you really are a world-class asshole,” she said, shaking her head as she scrolled through the pictures.

Christian sighed in annoyance. “I felt like I am cheating on someone, and honestly, I feel horrible later.” He backed away, looking not anything in particular while Danny silently watched him with his lips pressed in a straight line. Christian turned. “I think some female spirit is ghosting around me. What do you think?” He asked, and Danny chuckled. “You are perfectly fine. Don’t worry. I will set your date with Sasha. She is a supermodel, you will definitely….” Before Danny could complete, Christian interrupted.

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.

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.”