Danny Phantom Lemon Novels & Stories

I pushed the trolley forward, lifting the silver dome to reveal a simple, perfectly golden stack of small pancakes cut into the shapes of little animals, lightly dusted with powdered sugar and served with fresh, sweet berries. “Good morning, Princess Anastasia,” I said sweetly, bowing my head formally. The little girl simply turned her nose up into the air, letting out a loud huff and completely snubbing my greeting. I didn't let it phase me. I straightened up, smoothing down the front of my oversized dress, only to freeze when a low, gravelly voice echoed from the shadows of the room. “You look remarkably confident for a slave,” Valen remarked smoothly, stepping away from the window.

He has to be behind our inability to find an investor. . Before I can grab the doorknob, Camila’s front door is opened—leaving my hand hanging in the air. The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. “Hello, Lilah,” 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 Beau if I’m including that horrible human being in

Once Leo started talking, there was no stopping him—his words poured out rapidly, tinged with urgency and frustration, as if he had been holding it all in for too long. “Damon really loves you, Dean,” Leo began, his tone both exasperated and incredulous. “From the day you left his villa, he came straight to me. Do you know what happened? At first, I didn’t want to give him my phone, but Damon wouldn’t leave me alone! He followed me everywhere—like some ghost! When I was at home, he was at home. If I went out to shop, he’d be right there behind me, like a bodyguard! It was driving me crazy! And the worst part? He scared off a few people I actually liked! They saw this stoic, intimidating guy

Ginny moved instantly to support her other side, holding her upright. "They aren't taking them," Leela whispered. Her voice was trembling, but her eyes began to glow with a faint, iridescent light that made the lamps in the room flicker ominously. "They aren't touching Caspian. They aren't touching Briar. And they sure as hell aren't touching the new ones." Damon stood up slowly. He looked at the letter in his hand, then at his son’s terrified, furious face. He folded the parchment with precise, sharp movements and tossed it into the dying fire.

“Red lipstick screams, look at me, I’m hot. Dark lipstick screams, look at me, and you might die. Hm. Decisions, decisions…” That’s when a knock came at my door. “Yeah, come in,” I called absently, still holding the lipsticks up to my face. The door opened, and in walked Danny. Jeans. Transparent white shirt that hugged his muscles too perfectly. That annoyingly casual swagger that said, I own this house, this room, and maybe your life too. My eyes swept him from head to toe, and I arched a brow. “Can I help you?” His lips curved into that mischievous little smile that always spelled trouble.

Surprise flickers across his face, quickly followed by determination, then anger. “I’ll be back,” Damon says abruptly, pushing back his chair. He strides out of the room with Liam before I can ask what’s wrong. I watch him leave, unease bubbling in my chest. My gaze lingers on the empty doorway, my mind racing with questions. “Mama,” Zane calls, drawing my attention back to the table. “Look!” He’s balancing an apple on his head, grinning like he’s performed a grand trick. Lily claps, her curls bouncing. “You look like a silly Alpha!” she giggles.

he told me as a matter of factly "anyway, see you guys on Friday, but now I must go" "Well, at least have a drink" I offered "No thank you Anastasia, I have more people to invite" "I'll see you out" Damon offered walking behind him, I stayed in the lounge "My spidey senses tell me she's a keeper, hold on to her" I heard Dylan telling Damon. Damon came back into the lounge, "Hey, what immortal being is Dylan?" I asked wanting to know what he meant by spidey sense "Dylans a lycan" Damon told me, I furrowed my eye brows

Danny was now balancing on a tight rope, one wrong move and his ending would be inevitable. Danny drew his lower lip between his lip as he thought for a moment, before a look of sheer determination transformed his face. “If that’s what it takes,” he gave Nate a sharp nod, “then I will do it. Before me is my Queen, not Skylar. I want to prove my loyalty to you, Luna.” His eyes bored into mine, allowing me to observe the sincerity in them. Nate abruptly clapped his hands together. “Excellent. Maddie?” Maddie shuffled forward whilst rummaging in her pocket, before pulling out the now familiar clear vial. Danny’s eyes surveyed the pink liquid as he took the vial from Maddie’s grasp, before he ga

“DON’T.” Danny glanced at his fingers almost by accident, still reeling from having been touched in such a way by someone he didn’t know, and saw the bloody gum of torn skin under his nails. He stopped, still as the city that no longer was. In that part of him where the light flickered to reveal smiles before, there now issued a second spark, only the light was blue this time. Cold, and burning. The light was pain. Danny had been scratching at his scars.

The room was engulfed with the heavy scent of blood mixed with the scent of rose, a grand four-poster bed only befitting for a queen, dominated the space. Suddenly Rowan broke into a laugh as he bent his head to capture my lips again, “Why don't we do this again?” He asked, his head already kissing a trail that lady straight to my hole. “Don't you ever get tired?” I said, gently pushing him off or at least trying to push him off. “Oh c'mon, Queen Ava, I know your secrets, I know you are thirsty for more of this...” His words trailed off, as he began lapping on my juices, taking me on the trip to euphoria.