Danny Phantom Lemon Novels & Stories

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

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

Kade POV Ricci had been blowing up my phone all morning informing me that information on his laptop had been leaked to the Sinaloa’s with Phantom’s trademark signature (a grim reaper emoji). The emoji had been something I had started years ago when I posted a ghost emoji anytime, I came across another hacker. Phantom had been dormant for almost 6 months. Why was he appearing now? What was the purpose of leaking any information? Was it in fact Phantom? Too many questions invaded my brain. I handed Evelyn a thumb drive with all of the information that I had.

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

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions Our serious moment is broken. “I will know all the dirt… Can’t wait… Going to be so sweet.” Danny is chanting nonsense as he reads. “What is he talking about? Do you understand him?” I shift to get more comfortable and to be able to see Danny with both eyes. He is a prankster and does not discriminate. The wild look in his eyes tells me he is up to something and I probably won’t enjoy being a part of it.

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