Danny Phantom Lucky In Love Novels & Stories

I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us. After that hot, passionate, and unstoppable night with the man I truly love, I woke up only to find out that he will leave. He is bound to forget me, he is destined to met and turn his back from me, from the road where his future was not secure. Arthur has a flight for that morning. I saw his passport and his beautiful expensive name was written there. I am happy for him. I ham happy that he has future. I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me.

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)

Anna's POV And just like Erica said, Danny came over with a box of pepperoni pizza and drinks. Danny was Erica's boyfriend, they had been dating for eight months and I think they were a perfect match. With his sandy blond hair, tanned skin, dimpled cheeks, sea-green eyes that seemed to glow from afar, and his infectious smile but he was shy and reserved yet somewhat easygoing. There was a certain glow of affection in his eyes whenever he looked at Erica. It was as if she held the stars within her own eyes while also lighting up the entire galaxy that is Danny Phantom.

“Unless you want me to.” His voice was smooth, practiced. That of a man who was used to being obeyed. Feared. Desired. She said nothing, glaring at him like a wolf in a trap. He walked toward her slowly and crouched, meeting her eyes. “I brought you something,” he said, pulling out a slim plastic card from his coat pocket. He held it up between two fingers — her ID. “Anna Elena Carter. Twenty-six. Moved to New York two years ago. No living parents. No close family. No boyfriend,” he said, eyes scanning the card like it was a résumé. “You're a ghost in the system.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer, and my legs around his waist to mold our bodies together. Our kiss was filled with hunger and passion, it brought tears to my eyes. Phoenix grabbed my thighs and slowly caressed his ways to my torso, “ I love you so much” he whispered against my lips, “ I love you too. Now hurry up and make me yours again” I whispered. Our night was long. Phoenix took me over and over agin till I could barely breathe. *********** Within a month our lives changed for the best. Danny went back to the rogue pack. All of them were shocked, because as he predicted, Simon lied that both of us were killed by snowfall pack and he was only able to escape because m

asked Lizha, playing dumb. Dylan flashed a teasing smile. "Spit it out Lizha," Dylan said as he sat back down, "you've got a real hickey on this side," he pointed at his neck." Lizha covered the spot with her hand. "It's not what you're thinking..." Dylan crossed his arms, "Come on Lizha... this is normal... speak... who's the lucky one?" "Bentley.. " Lizha looked away. "Ah... Really? Archie's personal escort..."

She had a target number, and she was agonizingly close to reaching it—the number that would buy Lucas his freedom and, more importantly, buy her enough time to begin the search for 'D finally. Elena adjusted the silver tray, which was under the weight of three crystal glasses filled with clear liquid. She glanced down at the small, faded pink diary she kept in her apron pocket. It wasn't allowed, but she took the risk. The diary was the only proof she had of the most terrifying, pivotal night of her life fifteen years ago. A red heel, a giant spider, and a boy whose name started with 'D.' She had to find him. But until then, she had to survive. Her gaze swept over the room: the polished marb

Alpha Damon said. I lifted my head and saw two figures ahead of me—Alpha Damon and Lucky. I had known Lucky for years. It was rumored that he was an abandoned child the late king had taken in. Some people even speculated that Lucky was one of the late king’s sons, a child he had refused to acknowledge publicly. But what interested me most about Lucky was his relationship with my sister, Tracy. Ever since he began visiting our house with Alpha Damon, I had caught him several times whispering to Tracy in the dark.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

Even though Lorenzo had sincerely professed his love for me countless times, because of the hundred-million-dollar buyout, I couldn't shake the feeling our relationship was a transaction. But then he placed a pigeon's blood ruby ring on my finger. The gem glittered in the sunlight, shining with a light as red as blood. "This is the symbol of the Vitale matriarch," Lorenzo said gently. "From now on, you hold the same power I do." "Half of my legitimate businesses, the ports, the casinos, the hotels, have all been transferred to your name." I looked at him in disbelief. Lorenzo just smiled, a dangerous curve to his lips.