Danny Phantom Lemon Novels & Stories

His hand moved to her face and he touched her lips with a finger. "Just like this." He muttered to himself, adoration clear in his eyes and she blushed yet again. He was about to tease her for it, but stopped upon hearing the door open. Danny walked in the door with two pink oven gloves, on his hand and a grin on his face. "Pecan pie, anyone?" He asked excitedly and Aaron only raised an eyebrow, drawing an arm lazily around Lexi's slender waist. "You mean the pecan pie I brought that comes in a box, Danny? Those gloves aren't fooling anyone." Aaron said, motioning to the oven gloves on Danny's hands.

So, tell me about you. Damon glances up at the moon before looking back down at me and I take my time to take it all in. The moonlight highlighting his skin, it is as if he's in his own nature. The way his dark green eyes are somehow a tint of yellow but it was only for a couple of seconds, a bit too surreal to confirm. ''There's not much to tell.'' ''Right . . . so, I just told you about myself. And, I'm getting none from you?''

But after all, destiny was on our side. My phone vibrates and I can see a message from June. “Don’t forget to send me pictures of you in a swimsuit, I want to see your beautiful tan and your sexy little ass.” I roll my eyes, this girl is truly incorrigible. Damon comes out of the water and comes closer to me. It looks really good as a lightweight ensemble. He must honestly consider considering a modeling career, because damn he's hot. he leans down and places his lips on mine

She nodded politely and put a little smile, she didn't know who was the man that standing in front of her. "Ah sorry I forgot you lost your memory, if it wasn't for watching the news, maybe I wouldn't have known, let's get reacquainted, I'm Danny," Danny held out his hand to shake Leah's, his face smiling kindly. Leah hesitantly shook Danny's hand, she couldn't trust everyone who claimed to be her acquaintance.

I have absolutely no objections to that. Once he has me all up in a lather, I push him to his back and give him the same treatment across his chest. He has surprisingly sensitive nipples. Which is adorable. The teen still inside me is screaming with giddiness at having her mouth on Damon Montreal, the CEO of Sphinx Prime. That most bachelorette in this city covets and would literally die for to be in his pants. And him being a mafia boss just add to the dangers I am willing to look past.

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

” Danny ~”Are you seriously going to be everywhere? Jackson ~”Yes Danny I am.” Jackson ~”I don't see what good you are at the moment.” Danny ~”Boss can I slap him?” Kayley ~”Slap him for me as well.” SMACK Danny ~”I am pregnant, not useless.” Kayley ~”If you going to be an ass you must go irritate Ant.” Jackson ~”Ant slaps harder than Danny does.” Kayley ~”Then find something useful to do.” Jackson ~”Can I knock some walls down in the house?”

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy. And if you please me, I might even let you keep the cologne." The word "Daddy" sent a shock through Leo's system. It was humiliating, and yet, it sparked a dark, forbidden heat in his groin. He was trapped, and this powerful, older man was about to claim his payment. "Stand up," Damon commanded. Leo rose to his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. "Strip. Let Daddy see what he's working with."

The warm Miami night air brushed against my exposed skin as the yacht gently rocked on the dark water. I had met Danny at the charity gala earlier that evening. He was tall, confident, and dangerously charming. Within an hour of stepping onto his luxury yacht, he had me bent over the railing like this. “Fuck, Cassie,” he groaned, his hips slamming against my ass. “You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been dripping for me since we left the dock, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”

Her words cut me far deeper than I’d like to admit. But no matter how reluctantly, I end up checking her profile anyway. And sure enough, once her page loads, dozens and dozens of her pictures with Damon appear. Damon in a crisp white shirt, his hand resting on Hannah’s waist. Damon at dinner, laughing — really laughing — while Hannah leans into him. And then there’s Danny — their son — grinning up at Damon as he carries him on his shoulders, all three of them glowing under the golden light of a weekend sunset.