Danny Phantom Lemon Novels & Stories

Danny’s POV I feel more determined than ever to put this all behind us and start afresh. Savannah said she’d let me hold her tonight which will help me get through all of this. I start rifling through the boxes with newfound determination. I run into a metal tin box. Opening the lid, photos spill out. My lunch exits my body with force. “Oh god Danny…'' Zak shrieks. Leo jumps back as the vomit narrowly misses his shoes, “oh shit man, fuckin… oh fuck…”... he hurls in the corner after seeing the same photos. The room is in full on exorcist mode. I am too busy trying to keep what bile I have left inside me to notice who has or hasn’t seen them.

Damien Shaw Since the ice cream truck across the hospital is closed, Lily and I decided to go for smoothies instead. Somewhere in the middle of the smoothie-maker blending the strawberry-banana smoothie, I rake it’s almost 8pm. “A little extra lemon juice, if you can,” Lily says standing on her toes so she can be able to see whatever the smoothie maker is doing. I can notice her eyeing the lemon in the smoothie-maker’s hand.

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.

Leaning over my shoulder, he tapped at the keys in swift, effortless strokes. I slid into the mind-link. “Does Ghost know he’s your password?” “Unless you want a fireball shoved down your throat, you won’t say anything.” “I love cinnamon. Your scent smells like cinnamon, actually. Does your cum taste like it too? Is that why Ghost hovers around you like he’s your personal poltergeist?” Damon’s eyes flashed, and for a brief second I felt a ripple of flame coast along my skin. When I glanced down, the hairs along my arm were singed.

As Danny pulled out, ripped off the condom, and came on my full breasts, I ran my fingers through the hot, white liquid. It made my hard nipples shiny, and I slipped a wet finger into my mouth. "Mmm... that tastes so fucking good, Daddy." "What? Did you just call me Daddy?" Danny kneeled above me with his still-twitching cock in his hand, looking every inch like the pinheaded slab of beefcake that he was. Looks really aren't everything, you know. "No, Danny. You must have heard me wrong. Why would I call you that?" "Uh, I dunno. Gee, you were fucking awesome, Amy!" I forced a smile. "Thanks. Bathroom's down the hall, third door on the right." "The bathroom? What, you want me to wash?" I star

Liam laughed, “What? Are you scared? Scared that your little fine pumpkin, Jem, will find out how violent you are. You can't hide it for long, Dan. It's in your DNA. You get angry easily and you hardly love people—" "Liam." Dante warned, his voice shaking with anger. "I am warning you right now—that’s enough—" "And yet, even after the punch and beating," Liam continued, completely ignoring Dante, "here I am. In your living room. Having carefully and very responsibly delivered your fine little pumpkin home. Safe. Dry. Untouched. And wearing a very nice suit.” Liam's gaze drifted to me for a moment before a grin spread across his face. "And here I was thinking younger boys weren't your type, D

His phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: "Package delivered, contract complete. Recommend extended vacation overseas with my daughter." Alex deleted the message and threw his phone against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. In the silence that followed, an unfamiliar feeling crept over him. Why did he feel sad about Jezza? He shook his head and pushed the thought away, his mind turning to Nessa and ruling Phantom Tech together. --- Meanwhile, thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean, Jezza began to stir in the cargo hold of a private jet as the drugs wore off just enough for consciousness to return. Her eyes opened slowly to complete darkness, and her head throbbed w

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Lemon gave up on catching bubbles when she saw her mother and ran toward her. Mable was afraid that she might fall and hurriedly went forward to hold her hand. Lemon looked at the boy beside her mother, her large eyes filled with curiosity. “Sweetie, this is your big brother.” Lemon tilted her head. “Bwa...” “Mommy, who is...” Mable smiled and said, “She’s your sister, Leena Muller. Her nickname is Lemon.” Spike looked at the soft little girl, his eyes full of amazement. “Lemon... My sister...”

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t