Danny Phantom Memes Novels & Stories

“Who cares, Danny! Without those people, you would still be one of the richest people in the world!” “The point isn’t that, Connor! I always keep my reputation, and imagine what your mother would think when she read something like that!” “Hey! Don’t get my mom into this discussion. After all, the alias you’re using is just as embarrassing as our group name! What would your little sister think if she knew your alias, Chick Magnet? Come on, Danny! “ “See! You admit that our group name is very embarrassing! “ “I didn’t say it like that. I try to tell you your alias: don’t overturn the facts!”

Danny studies my face carefully before continuing. “Everybody’s been lying to you. Me. Clinton. The school. All of us.” I stare at him. There’s something strange in his expression tonight. Usually, Danny carries himself with this arrogant confidence that makes you want to punch him sometimes. Tonight, he just looks tense. Almost desperate. “We’re not who we told you we are.” I raise an eyebrow. “What does that even mean?” He hesitates. Then finally— “We’re werewolves.” The silence afterward lasts two seconds before laughter bursts out of me.

After she sweats, make sure to wipe her off promptly so she doesn't catch a cold again. Allen: How was your day today? Was Aliana happy? Jasper: How about we find an opportunity to go out and have fun with Aliana too, honey? Terry: Hmm, this little girl looks adorable. The moment Danny sent it out, his phone started vibrating like crazy. His hands went numb from the shock. But the smile at the corner of his mouth never dropped. Click on Allen's profile picture, in the input dialogue box, his fingers quickly typed. Danny: Grandpa, I have something I want to tell you.

I say with a small sad smile. "We'll see about that Lameo" Danny says patting my shoulder. "Wait did you just.." I trailed off. Did he just link Romeo and I together by giving us the name Lameo. "Yes I did" Danny says laughing as we get up from the couch not wanting me to punch him. "Lameo is a slang for 'Lame' Danny that means Romeo and I can never be a thing" "Let's bet on it. Ten pancakes single handely made by you" I smirked.

Xara glanced at James and seated herself. “A-Are you General Highsmith?” Xara’s eyes gleamed. Daniel looked at James. James laughed. “Xara, his name’s Danny. He’s not a general.” “H-He’s right.” Daniel quickly nodded in agreement. “Miss… Xara, was it? I’m not a general. My name’s Daniel… Sorry, Danny. I just resemble Daniel.” He stumbled over his words. Hearing this, Zara let loose a hearty laugh.

I feigned a gag, "his attitude is rotten and I'm pretty sure he has a stick shoved up his ass." My brother chuckled, "Or maybe a dildo. I'm almost certain Katie uses a strap-on on him and he's probably into that shit." Covering my hands over my ears, I grimaced, "Ew, gross. That's imagery I didn't need floating around in my head. Now, every time I see the vexatious woman I'm going to be thinking of that." "Try not to laugh in her face, she hates that!" Danny howled in a fit of laughter, cluching his stomach, "if I were you, I'd place a whoopee cushion on the chair she's about to sit on and then video her reaction."

It seemed greedy Danny had done somebody the first time since she meant him “Well, the little butterfly loves her next looking beautiful… so had time to go shopping with the girls and boom,” Danny said in between chuckles while showing her the various masks he bought for her. Shania had to say, Danny took her butterfly identity seriously. Just looking at the beautiful masks. Shani knew he must have spent a lot of money “And about that man?” She asked and walked back to Danny, the issue of Christian was still pending. Shania hated the idea of having Christian around at the club and home

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

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?”

"Jack, if she wants to go back to recharge then she should. Not all guys are like you, we're young, we just need to weed the bad guys out." "Wait, you too?" Sam interrupted us, directing the question to Gemma who looked flushed and suddenly bite down on her words. "Jeez, where do you find these men anyway?" he asked again while shaking his head. "Look, mom told me to invite you guys for dinner. Are you guys available tonight?" Danny was the first one to smile, that guy is always hungry. I still don't know where all the food went, his body is like ninety percent muscle.