Danny Phantom Lemon Novels & Stories

I continued, “he was a rouge, his name was Danny. He was a few years older than me, but I liked him. I went out on like one date before things got ugly. It turns out he was wanted by another pack; Tyree Moon pack. Danny apparently had killed the Luna of the pack” “When Mason found out he took Danny and put him in the dungeons” I continued, “and when I went to visit him he tried to get me to let him out…and well I did. I was a stupid child who was convinced that I was in love with this bad boy” I laughed venomously at my own stupidity. “That was what Mason meant the other day, yes?” Brody asked me, “when he was ill and he mention he knew it was you who let the rouge out the prison”. I nodded

It was someone else's. "It isn't over." I ran a shaky hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. It was just a dream. That's all it was. And yet, deep down, I wasn't sure I really believed that. A soft rustling pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to find Damon sitting in the chair by the window, his gaze fixed on me. He was shirtless, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and the way the moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face made him look almost otherworldly.

My other hand balled into a fist, as I let my ice cream drop, pulling Danny along towards the exit. “The crazy desire for blood, the presence in the night, the irritated reaction to garlic…” Danny kept on muttering things as we left. I could smell the fear all over him. I turned to him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up. “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, as I let go of him almost immediately. “He's a vampire.” He said, his hands shaking like he was about to suffer epilepsy. “Moon Goddess,” I said under my breath, rubbing my face with my palms as I sighed. “There's no way I'd get beaten by a vampire, that thing was way too strong, and his obviously not a vampire.”

As Damon extended the olive branch, Leah's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she savored the moment. Glancing at Celeste as if remembering something, Leah quickly said, "Danny and I grew up together. We're used to this banter. Ms. York won't mind, right?" "Of course not," Celeste replied without lifting her head, engrossed in a struggle with the meatballs on her plate. Knowing that Leah's words were laced with provocation, Celeste chose to ignore them.

he was grumpy and mad. “Aw. Don’t be mad, Daddy. I missed your dick that much so, I did them. And it was a bonus for my plan to work,” Damon rolled his eyes hard on the air as he made a phone call. “All of you come here and join us in lunch,” he ended the call and looked at Keatton sharply. “Happy now?” his voice speaks for what he felt. Keatton sat on his Daddy’s lap and kissed him. And as the horny man is Damon, he responds as he bit Leatton’s bottom lip hard. It bleeds. But Keatton smiled.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

“Can’t you even put up with such a small thing as this for me? Listen, Amelia. We aren’t leaving this place today. We’ll stay until the party ends. Charlotte, treat her wound. “Whoever helps Amelia will be considered to be against the whole Rolling Stones.” His words sounded like a sentence. Charlotte grew triumphant. She lifted my injured arm as if it were a rag doll. “Don’t worry, Ethan. I’ve treated wounds like these many times before. First, we need to disinfect them.” She grabbed a glass of liquor and poured it straight onto my wound. The burning pain made my weak heart stop for a moment. My mind cleared a little. I spat up blood and managed to say with difficulty, “M-my father… Reece…

Sweet, insistent, suffocating. I tossed the phone back onto the desk and refocused on the screen. “Everything alright?” Damon asked, firing rapid bursts in the background. “Yeah,” I muttered. “Just Lily.” “Ah. The persistent Black daughter.” His chuckle was short. “You’re lucky. Some men would kill for that kind of attention.” “I’m not some men,” I said dryly. Silence filled the headset for a beat, then Damon, of course, went straight for the jugular. “Speaking of attention… how was the ride with Hannah? You dropped her and her drunk friend, right?”

Hated that seeing him here, in this fluorescent nightmare where she was nobody special, made her defensive instead of glad. "I live two blocks over." He gestured vaguely toward the window. "Just moved in last month. Been looking for a decent lunch spot." Jasmine snorted. "You won't find it here. The BLT tastes like regret." "Jas." "What? I'm helping." Danny almost smiled. That same fighting-it expression from last night. "I'll risk it." He slid into the booth across from Jasmine like he'd been invited. He had not been invited. Elena stood there with her coffee pot and her stained apron and absolutely no idea what to do with her hands.

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha