Danny Phantom Images Novels & Stories

I walked through the front door, expecting the house to be quiet. Instead, I saw him. Danny was sitting on the sofa, and my breath hitched in my throat. He wasn't wearing those baggy hoodies he usually hid in these days. He was in these tiny white shorts and a pink lace top that showed way too much of that smooth skin. His lips were glossy and pink, his eyes sharpened with his dark paint I think, he looked like a real sexy danger to me. He looked up at me, and his eyes were soft, and melting my heart in seconds.

If Law reddens any further, it’ll be hard to pick him out in a line up with tomatoes. “Don’t worry, everyone has those. I mean, this guy,” Danny says with a jerk of his thumb in my direction. “Likes being called princess but wouldn’t bottom.” “I do not!” He ignores me and focuses on settling our friend. “Anyway, he offered… he said he’d bring them to life… the inner thoughts.” Oh. That hardly needs an intervention. Unless, “Don’t you want that?” He shakes his head, then abruptly nods. “I don’t know. God, this is embarrassing. But I’ve had these thoughts for very long. This is a chance to explore and Win is incredibly hot. I’m just very, very nervous.”

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. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

To think I’m actually seeing it in real life. The composite sketch I’ve seen broadcasted didn’t do him justice. The sketch made him look gaunt and forgettable. The man in my living room is neither of those. Sharp jaw, grey-green eyes that are steady and unblinking, a mouth that's full on a face that radiates control. Black shirt stretched across shoulders thick with muscle. He’s built like a man who trains daily. The Phantom is in my house. I always pictured serial killers as ugly, lonely men in basements. This man looks like he could walk into any bar in the city and leave with whoever he wanted.

You need to get here ASAP and bring Danny he's the only one who could hold Titan down. "oh shit." I muttered "What?" Danny asked. "So don't flip out and remember you can't have pups with me if you kill me." I began "What?" he asked cutting me off mid sentence. "Here." I gulped handing over my phone. He read the text and anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to speak when another text pinged on my phone and he read that. " Sasha open a ghost road now." he growled. "Okay but you need to put on shorts." I gulped

His face was a mask of soot-stained stone, his jaw set so tightly that the muscles near his ears twitched with every stride. Behind them, Danny walked in the center of their small perimeter. He was wrapped in a thick, navy wool blanket Scarlett had pulled from the library sofa, his hands buried deep within the folds, his face exceptionally pale. His cipher-brain—the brilliant, hyper-analytical mechanism that had spent the last twenty-four hours decoding a dead architect’s geometric riddle—seemed to have gone entirely offline, leaving behind nothing but a tired sixteen-year-old boy who wanted to know when the dark would stop.

She was staring at my phone with wide eyes, her finger hovering over the screen. “You need to see this,” she said, excitement lacing her tone. She turned the phone towards me, and I instantly regretted looking. There, in all its glory, was a picture of Dino, shirtless, his abs defined and glistening under the sun. The background was a beach, waves crashing softly behind him. The photo looked recent, Dino standing tall with his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as though he knew the effect it would have on anyone who saw it.

"What are you looking at, Reina?" Damon’s voice sliced through the silence. I spun around, the frame trembling in my hands. He had stripped off his shirt, his broad, scarred chest exposed in the dim light of the suite. He looked powerful, untamed, and suddenly very, very dangerous. But I didn’t have time to think about all that. "Do you know Zayne?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I held the photo out like a shield. "The boy in this picture... Is it Zayne?"

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?”

I opened wide and gave him a mouthful of his own spunk and Danny broke away laughing and wiping his lips. "Fuck, that was great!" he panted, making no effort to sheath his cock. "Get back up on the counter and spread your legs." That cheered me up a bit. He helped me up there, then dropped his pants and stepped clear of them. I admired his slim, strong, naked body openly now. He had a tattoo of a little England flag on his shoulder and a Celtic sunburst on his left hip. A dusting of brownish-blond curls darkened his crotch around those big, purple balls. Already his young cock was standing halfway to attention again, glistening with spit and spunk. As I parted my thighs, he crouched before m