Danny Phantom Goth Novels & Stories

she laughed and walked out of the office. He tried his best to focus on work, but he couldn’t stop himself from turning to G****e. He wanted to know more about the man who beat the shit out of Lana. Danny was bad news. Xyrus liked to know his enemies and Dan was most definitely his enemy. Lana was a beautiful woman and he tried to picture her with blonde hair. He didn’t mind the brunette, but it was obvious she was a natural blonde. He imagined she would have been stunning as a blonde, with glossy hair and golden highlights.

“No problem, be on the lookout if anyone tries to disrespect you again. Not in my fucking diner,” “How did you do that?” I ask, looking at him curiously. I know Danny is not that old, yet he’s not that young either. How could he scare off half a dozen young men with toned muscles and silver guns strapped to them? “Bastards like them pretending to be hunters ain’t no threat to me,” Danny shrugs, and I just look at him. “Now get back to work,” He says, patting my shoulder, stepping past me and clearing his throat but I follow him with my gaze.

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

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

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

His soul was on the brink of something, but Danny couldn't understand; he and his soul were both too far gone to communicate with each other. Unzipping his jeans with shaking hands, Danny tried his best not to rip the damn pants off his body and shimmed out of them. The cool wood of the floor relieved him for a moment before the fever took over again. His hand slipped into his briefs, and found his aching cock. God what was happening, Danny moaned. He felt his soulmate leaving the area and he almost screamed for help. His panic was short-lived when he felt a force of nature coming full speed towards the cabin. The scent coming through the window became the air he breathed, thick, overwhelmin

, he grumbled and the other fellow said, “You can't get through her just like that, she needs to lie on the table for easy penetration, remember your cock is damn tinny.” “Fuck you idiot!”, he quickly stood up from Zena's body and said, “Hey Danny, go and try!”, Danny left my hands and turn to lay on me after he gave me a slap, he prostrates on me, I could feel his hard dick that was about to pierce the vestibule of my Virginal, When suddenly, a stone smashed his head that paused his action of penetrating inside me. I saw a boot from the side of my view while laying down, I glared at him from his timberland dark boot, upwards to his hat like a cowboy,

"How can you do that? You idiot..." "Then do you want me to die in the hands of my enemy." Danny snarled at her who rubbed her hands together. "But...." "No but Gwen. I spent a lot of time here and I already corrected everything." He scolded her while Gwen did not say anything to him but left the chamber. Danny was not the same Danny but he was now an old king who did not care about anything. She wandered around feeling bad for Sian as he was afraid of being in love knowing his lover will be killed no matter what.

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," 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 Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

I froze, my heart sank. Danny. Had he gone through with his plans already? “So…,” my voice trailed off. "What do you intend to do with them? He scoffed. “You just called me a murderer a few minutes ago, what else is there to do than murder them?. Slow and agonizing.” My whole body went numb. Danny will be the death of me. “Get ready," he said, spanking my ass cheek. “We have an auction to attend." The sting of his palms on my ass cheek was supposed to send sinful heat spreading through me. Instead, it sent fear, immense fear.