Danny Phantom Johnny 13 の小説・ストーリー

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?”

“Collection my ass, Matson. “Those fucking figurines you have is a collection, not these damn guns. Or am I going to have to go through the list of shit that Bruce does?” “You are getting really cocky for a man in your situation.” “If a man in your situation did not try and force me to go against my principles, I would still be sitting and sucking your ass.” “I am a bounty hunter, and this steroid bunny here works with me.” “Explains the mood swings; I thought the bunny was having PMS.” Danny starts getting up for what now seems the fifth time, “This bunny is going to slap you.” But then Summer comes back outside, “I am going to slap you. Give Aaron a break now. The only damn thing he has no

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Right behind him, Aunt Linda steps into the room, holding the heavy door open with her foot. Danny is wearing a miniature Wraiths jersey. The fabric is way too big on his tiny frame, the sleeves folded up twice at his wrists, but the back displays the white block letters clearly: LAURENTIS. Ha! This is definitely Hannah's handiwork. She probably bought the custom youth size the exact second we made the playoffs, planning for him to wear it at the victory parade. Seeing that mini jersey on my boy makes my chest swell so hard the pain in my leg completely fades into the background. Gabriel leans over, scooping Danny off the tile with one arm and depositing him right onto the edge of my mattres

I said confidently. He shook his head and started to dabbed alcohol on the right side of my nose. "How do you know I want it on the right?" He rolled his eyes and wiped my ears clean, he stared at me as if he was saying 'Seriously?' It was my turn to roll my eyes, "I want the-" Danny cut me off. "-Little stud. I know." I stared at him, "You're an Indigo adult aren't you?" I asked him seriously. "No, I'm Gandalf's grandson. Obviously." He rolled his eyes and started to get out the needles.

Jonathan stood at the cemetery, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Geoffrey had just placed fresh flowers on the grave. Jonathan stared at the engraved name: “Danny Golden.” He watched a small ant crawl up the cold concrete. A memory flickered in his mind like an old film reel. He traveled back to a time when Danny was still alive. He had been a lively, cheerful man, and Jonathan’s father had loved him for his positive spirit. His father often said Danny was the reason he never gave up on his dreams; it was Danny's words that had helped bring the Walter building to life.

He is a merciless Vampire king, who crushes everything that comes in his way. DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish.

But then Danny came running, screaming for his hero, and I realized my Danny was already gone. Fast forward to now... Danny pulls back from my kiss, gasping for air as if I am poisonous. I don’t mind. I just let my eyes drift past him to the man leaning against the archway. Chadwick looks like a ghost, pale skin, heavy bandages, eyes like flint. I feel a slow, jagged smirk pull at my mouth. "Leo?" Danny’s voice is a broken whisper. He is trembling so hard his teeth are practically chattering. "What did you just do? What... please, just leave. My mum..."

“But if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I might lose whatever’s left of my sanity and blame it on you, Sir Danny.” He gave me a coy grin as he flopped dramatically onto the couch. His soft chin-length blond bob bounced like he was in a shampoo commercial, perfectly framing that disgustingly ethereal face. “What are you even doing here? Ran out of girls to flirt with, so now you’re here to annoy me?” Of all the jerks in this blessed family, Daniel’s the only one I can actually banter with. Just like Johnny—but less flirty and more… self-aware. Johnny’s brain floats in space and only returns to Earth when he’s high on sex.

Not now. Don’t give that Rovin to her. Black’s voice slices through my mind. You’re not strong enough. Not yet. Don’t drag us into another nightmare. I want to argue. I want to roar back. But the puck drops again. Danny grabs it instantly, charging forward. I chase, sharp and precise, but he shoots before I reach him. Goal. Danny throws his arms up, triumphant. “Who’s sleeping now?” Jack laughs, bitter, cruel. “Maybe we should call his voodoo girlfriend. She might wake him up.”