Danny Phantom Maternal Instinct Novels & Stories

I don't know, " Danny answered in a dull tone, while he used his fore and middle finger to massage the side of his head. His head was throbbing from having to deal with all the bad memories of his childhood he had buried deep in the recess of his mind. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

The same night, he was scared the most. Danny didn't know what to believe after he heard the news of his mother's death. His father became all he had until Selene showed up at their doorstep then his father paid more attention to her but only came to his room when his sexual drives she couldn't satiate. Then Danny began to sort solace in the arms of other women. He found Bella but she too left him, then came Annie who died as well. His father came into his room night after night to devour him while claiming that what they did was right. Planting his seeds of dark desires into his young mind until they were deeply rooted so much so he didn't see the desire to do otherwise.

Unfortunately, as much as my mother pretended to listen to my decision on the matter, I knew she wouldn’t admit defeat so easily. As a hand intertwined into mine, the familiar tingles and fresh scent of vanilla told me exactly who was beside me. “We can continue to discuss this later. We need to go see Danny.” Nate rolled his eyes as he said the faerie’s name, well… chosen name, anyway. My mother nodded as Maddie joined our side. “I’m coming. If my daughter is going on a suicide mission, I want to know everything. Plus, I’d like to meet this Danny.” She giggled as she watched Nate roll his eyes.

What is the purpose of your existence? Danny was the eldest grandson of the Huxley family. If something went wrong, they certainly couldn’t leave him out. Ava whispered consoling words to Victor, “Mr. Huxley, now is not the time to get angry. Amelia usually takes excellent care of Danny. Because Danny is very intelligent, the servants cannot stop him from going out, nor can they lock him up. Given Danny’s intelligence, I believe nothing will go wrong. Let them continue searching.” As she spoke, she wiped away her tears and appeared extremely anxious about Danny’s situation.

Your entire family has no conscience! Danny listened, blank. Like his soul had been ripped out. He'd probably always thought we still had a chance. That I was jealous. Throwing a fit. That if he swallowed his pride and apologized, I'd forgive him, we'd remarry, and we'd still have a future. Like a drowning man, Danny grabbed Mom's pant leg, no longer caring how pathetic he looked. "You've got it wrong. There's no one else in my heart... I want to see her. Please. Just let me see her one last time..."

"You truly are a devil, Xavier!" Elara cried out as she struggled to break free from his grip, fleeing the room with suppressed rage. Xavier watched her go, a smirk spreading across his face. He brushed his thumb over his bottom lip. "This devil is the one who will give you pleasure, Mama!" Tonight, the Vaughn estate felt more suffocating than usual. Elara stood before the large mirror in her room, her fingers trembling as they touched the black choker wrapped tightly around her neck. It felt like an invisible chain, a constant reminder that wherever she went, Xavier was watching.

And now, standing before my son's paintings, I stared at the priceless gems on that woman's wrist. The jewels glittered in the painted light. Lucien had probably never been short on money at all. He simply never trusted me---his human wife. Even after I'd borne his child, I was still in some endless, inescapable probation period, fit only to play the dutiful, penny-pinching nanny. The fourth painting. The woman and Luke sat in an upscale restaurant. On the plate was a steak, nearly raw---still bloody. In the painting, Luke's eyes crinkled with happiness.

Dynan stood frozen in the middle of the shop, watching her disappear while his wolf screamed at him to chase after them and claim back what was clearly his. But his legs wouldn't cooperate and his mind was too busy trying to process what he'd just happened. The child had looked back at him over her mother's shoulder, her wide brown eyes confused and frightened. In that brief moment before they vanished around a corner, Dynan had seen every feature that marked her as his, from the shape of her face to the way her hair curled at her temples. And without being told he could suspect, that little girl was his daughter. His phone started buzzing in his pocket but he ignored it, too focused on the

She snarled. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mother," I replied. "Of course, you don't," she replied with an evil chuckle. "Sebastian, I saw the way you looked at her, you had your honey eyes flaring up. That is the feeling of seeing one's mate."

Anna shouted in anger. "If you don't come home in half an hour, the belongings of your beloved mother will be burnt." James threatened her using her weak point. He knew how much Anna loves her mother. And she would never allow to do this. Her mother's belongings are like treasure to her. "I am on the way" Anna said and disconnected the call.. "Don't tell me you are going home to apologize to that bastard" Jenny shouted in anger. "I need to save my mother's belongings, Jenny. I can't let them destroy those" Anna said and stood up but Jenny held her hand