Danny Phantom Harem Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sharon said. "Twerk for me… baby," Danny screamed on top of his voice in the club. He keeps spanking the lady's ass. The lady didn't mind. All that was on her mind is to have him grab her waist while she gives him an awesome twerk. "I am so much in love with this," Danny have his eyes closed as he worships her ass in his mind. He hasn't feel so heavenly in a long time. After a while of dance. The lady wants to pull a crazy stunt.

Mara panted, her hands involuntarily sliding into Danny’s thick, dark hair as he moved down her body. "The timeline... it could be Kenny's..."Danny asserted ​"It doesn't matter whose blood runs in his veins," Danny growled, his hands gripping her thighs, parting them with an unyielding authority. "I've claimed him, just like I've claimed you. You two are mine, so you better get that into your head." “ Remember, don’t ever let him touch you again. Else you won’t like what I might do to you,” Danny warned as he bit her ear painfully. Like he wanted her to remember this cruel part of her should she refuse to listen to him.

Why would she suddenly remember a sister who supposedly meant nothing? Though doubt lingered in my heart, she was now the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée. I had no authority to refuse. The moment I reached her chamber, I saw Alexus stride out with his robe open, a satisfied smile on his face. I lowered my head at once. He did not spare me a single glance. His scent was unmistakable—blood and roses, that lingering fragrance a vampire exudes after intimacy. I knew immediately that my sister had already slept with him.

My eyes felt different, redder. They panicked, not moving from their seats but staring in horror. The demon crawled up in my skin and in seconds, I was standing at the second to the right end of the table. My hand rested on the blonde man, the shadow rising with my body. He shook, and I spoke. “Andre. Why did you do it?” Andre gulped, his voice trembling. “Alpha, I…” I didn't let him finish and present claws into his skin. He groaned and pushed himself away, his wolf taking his form and he lunged.

Meanwhile, David remained silent, looking at me with a strange, flustered air. "By the way, Nina! Edmund said he saw a woman on JustFans who looks exactly like you—shocking, isn't it?" Laura blurted out. "Laura...!" David immediately cut her off, as if they’d just been discussing it and didn't want me to know. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. Edmund saw a woman who looked like me on JustFans? No—of course, it wasn't just a resemblance, the woman he saw was me.

The girl capable of destroying the balance between packs. If she even suspects Catherine might be connected to it, Catherine won't survive the week. “We find her before anyone notices she's gone,” Danny says quickly. “We bring her back quietly.” I stare at him for a long second. The funny thing is I almost believe him. Almost. But Danny wants Catherine for himself. Maybe he cares about her in his own twisted way, but desire makes people dangerous. I know that better than anyone. “There is no we.” His jaw clenches immediately.

Her bare feet padded across the floor as she reached for the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, a deep, familiar voice stopped her. “Where do you think you’re going?” Zephyr froze. That voice—it was unmistakable, dark and commanding. Slowly, she turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. Damon stood before her, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his muscular chest and intricate tattoos. His tousled hair and piercing gray eyes gave him an air of danger. The flickering light cast shadows across his face, amplifying his intimidating presence.

, he wanted to live, and not every go through any of this again. He said he thought to himself how he wanted the King to just stop fighting and relax so he could drain him of his life source and fully enjoy all of it. He said that is what happened. He overtook the King and killed him. He was drained completely, and when Dominic was done, he took the torch next to him that lit the dungeon around him and lit the King on fire. He went to ash and was no more. He then persuaded the guards to leave their post and leave to their families. He found his way to the King’s room, cleaned up, dressed, and ventured out. He released all the guards and commanded them to rejoin their families. He killed the

he invites, spreading out his arms. “How come you are hard again?” Lana hesitates, her glance glinting with desire as they flicker on his growing bulge. Damon shrugs, closing the gap between them. “I’m indulging in some fantasies.” He confesses as if it's the most reasonable thing to do in the given situation. “What fantasies?” Lana raises a question, her breath ragged as his presence overwhelms her. He leans in, his lips grazing her ear. “Fantasies of your tight cunt gushing out my cum, tangled in my arms, under the sheets. Your muffled moans in my ears as I fuck you till you lose sensations in your legs.”

Damon made quick work of ridding her of her clean shorts and panties she’d slipped on before leaving the hospital careful not to irritate the bandage on her leg. With a hand at the base of his fat, beautiful cock he stroked the length from base to tip. Each motion brought a ribbon of pre-cum up to spill from the crown of his cock. “Open for me,” Damon commanded and she did. His dominance stirred a raw passion within her and she stilled beneath his gaze. Her eyes slipped shut as he pushed the tip of his cock past her wet lips. Daniel inhaled sharply behind her. “You’ll never know another lonely night,” Daniel promised in a roughened whisper. Emotions flared in his words and a welcomed calmnes