Danny Phantom Memes Novels & Stories

Danny walks over and we slap hands. "I gotta take off. The missus left a message and I'm off to grab some steaks." "What're you celebrating? Being whipped?" "It's called love, you ignorant, pathetic fool," he taunts. "And let's just say we're celebrating a very personal anniversary that only we know about." I roll my eyes, not about to ask anymore questions. The less I know about that, the better. "Have fun in your ice bath with your shriveled dick. I'm getting laid tonight." Danny throws me a triumphant smirk then turns to saunter out.

“Boys, you can relax for a while. The you go back on playing. Okay?” “Yes, hyung.” The boys chorused. Oh, they are really cuties! Then they turn to us. “Hello again, Iyah-noona! Hello, Ayla-noona! I’m Danny, the drummer and a cousin of JD-hyung. Nice to meet you.” Danny introduced himself to Ayla-unnie. “Hello, Danny. Nice to meet you.” unnie said. “And I like your necklace, very fashionable.” She commented. “Thank you, noona.” Danny said with a smile.

She felt the picture was clicked closely. "I do not think so. If you're not wearing your mask, one of your admirers might have taken a picture of you, but with the mask on, you're barely recognizable," Danny said from behind and hit the pad with the hammer, instantly the puck touched the bell. "Yikes!" Danny exclaimed. Bethany and Danny turned behind and saw jumping Danny. Bethany rolled her eyes and said, "We haven't seen you. It can not be counted." "Shut up," Danny retorted.

Not yet, anyway. Danny would get them soon if he didn’t watch the scowling. I shrugged, lowering myself into a soft, black leather chair. “You know I don’t like social media, but Danny’s the marketing guy.” “I swear you’re twenty-eight going on eighty,” Danny said. “Social media is the way of the future. Fuck, not even the future. It’s here now!” Shrugging again, I ran a hand through my hair and winked at Dad. “At least I’m a handsome eighty.”

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

He winks at me and I couldn't help bit snort. "We always tell Rosie," Tommy said. "And I always survive because she loves me!" Big Mike said cheerfully. A younger worker called Danny was sitting at the end of the table who had been quiet throughout today was scrolling his phone and I caught a glimpse of a photo of a little boy with big cheeks and a huge smile. "Is that your son?" I asked.

David voice was now laced with venom and I sent him a glare before masking on a blank expression. "Oh come on, she willingly." Joey whined "Alex is never going to-" "It's not like we're going to feed off her! " Danny said with a smirk. "Shut the fuck up, Danny, she's not a toy to mess around with!" he spat . " What the hell? She's not a queen but a mere human blood bag" Danny infuriated him further whereas i watch it without any emotion. "You better take it back before I fucking beat the shit out of you!"

I haven't met anyone yet outside the Crockers and some of the people who work for them, but I'm not as homesick as I was. Leo: I'm glad. Still miss you, though. Quinn: Still miss you, too. Leo: I was thinking-shit. They're coming down the hall, and Danny is yelling for me to get my ass out there before he drags it out. Help. Quinn: Is it terrible that I'm giggling? Leo: Yeah, it is. Okay, I'm saying goodnight before they find me texting you. Danny's so wasted, he might steal my phone again and send you selfies you just can't unsee.

So I wasn't surprised when he appeared silently on Anthony's other shoulder, with each of us on either side we silently supported him as the moments and time ticked by. "What's this the second mates club?" Anthony said suddenly as I raised a shocked yet pleasantly surprised eyebrow. Danny silently clapped a hand on his shoulder with a small smirk on his face. "Nah, it's the Anthony fan club." Danny responded as Anthony tiredly rubbed his hand over his face.

Danny POV (Third person) Danny was sitting at a pub with his friends; they all gathered around him as he watched something on his phone. His still swollen face flushed red, not just from embarrassment but barely contained anger. Shame burned under his skin, yet his eyes blazed with fury he couldn't hide. The more time, the more his fingers tighten around the cell phone. He wanted to disappear and scream his lungs out all at once. Humiliation clawed at his chest; the vivid memories of what happened two days ago were still fresh in his mind even though he was watching it again on the phone.