Danny Phantom Fic Novels & Stories

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?”

“You remember a guy that would come in and see you when you worked? You would only ever really speak to him. No one else held your attention in that place, well apart from Dylan. This guy would order black coffee and …” “French toast with fruit salad on the side with streaky bacon and maple syrup and eggs.” I say, and his smile gets bigger. “So you do remember. I’m Danny. I have watched you for five years, Rebel. I have been in love with you from a far. I knew who you were when you started to protect me. It was never my intention to drag you into this and for that, I’m sorry. Dylan and I want to be with you. It is wrong for us to ask you to choose. We are all the same. We all want the same t

He has to be behind our inability to find an investor. . Before I can grab the doorknob, Camila’s front door is opened—leaving my hand hanging in the air. The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. “Hello, Lilah,” Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it’s fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he’s wearing does little to hide his muscles. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met—except Beau if I’m including that horrible human being in

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He even made an imploring expression at Rey to be involved in Jaxon and the others’ escapades. However, receiving a head shake from his best buddy, Gavin, instantly felt his heart shatter somewhat. “Our friendship ends here,” he hissed, which earned him a smack in the back of the head from Connor. “Dramatic,” Rey and Jaxon mumbled at the same time. After Gavin left, Danny was about to go to the door when Jaxon asked his friend to stay in the room. “Can you just stay in Denver?” Danny looked over his shoulder at Jaxon, who clutched the pink-haired woman’s photograph. Seeing this, Danny realized that his friend was considering the possibilities that may occur after they left for Chicago.

That look is full of lust and dirty promises I don't want him keeping. Great! I ended up with a bunch of psychos, and I can't ask them what the hell they want! "Damn!" Danny smirks looking me up and down. "Hunt got down and dirty with his girl. He didn't even bother putting on panties," he snickers. "I bet he was planning on fucking her again before he-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP DANNY!" Portia shrieks, cutting her cousin off. "HE'S A MAN! AND I KNOW HE'S GOT NEEDS! BUT SOON I'LL BE THE ONLY ONE FILLING THEM!" she snarls.

“For a moment I thought I opened the portal at the wrong location.” Danny watched us with suspicious eyes, maybe he too could tell that there was something off, “You two, good?” His curious gaze jumped between me and Romeo and instead of answering him, I flew away to my room. To my safe place, ‘cause I knew he was going to tell Danny to remove his scent away from my body as he had done earlier. I didn’t want to lose his scent from my body, I wanted it on my body for a bit more. “No need to bother, I’ll take a bath.” Saying this I rushed out, clutching on to the last moment to be with his scent.

And little did Trent know that it’ll be the last time he’ll see Ashley before he completely disappeared from his life without a trace. ---- Trent’s POV (Trent Xavier Easton) Morning wood? Check. Dirty and disgusting mouth that seemed to smell like the depths of hell itself? Check. Horns? Check. Fangs? Of fucking course. That god damn dream that kept replaying in my mind for the past 20 years? Yeah, sure it’s all there. All peachy fuzzy. What a normal morning for a demon like me and yep—You heard it right. You probably thought that this is a normal story about two protagonist doing heroic work or two people falling in love—oh no Romeo, this ain’t the story for you.

There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unholy resurrection. He gathered enough, and with consistency, he began building a thick bed for his dead mate. And with each tree branch he placed above the other, he constantly shook his head with the belief that all things which occurred were a product of his imagination, yet to become a reality. His skin roughly moved against a twig, which caused it to tear open, and from there did blood flow. There he knew he wasn't imagining. His mind had blocked the aches and the pain which he got from the ferocious battle with the phantom, and at that moment, he felt them all return to his body.

“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.