Danny Phantom My Brother's Keeper Novels & Stories

His father begs teary-eyed. "Not until Diana will be behind bars. That house will always remind me of him every second and I can't bear that dad. I miss him so much!" Danny choked with his words suppressing his tears. Daniel was the best and kindest brother. He takes good care of his family and even helps Danny to become a better person. "I will always be behind you, my little brother. Just call me." "Your success isn't based on your grades Dan. Let's open up a business and you will find out. You have a talent and extraordinary gift to become successful without our parent's money. Believe me, brother."

replied Danny, confidently. "And yeah one more thing, maybe Jamima already slept with his mate because if she did you know better than anyone else about what will happen after that," Mr.Parker said, taunting him. Danny clenched his fists tightly after hearing to him as he spoke again, "Also, your opponent is not someone easy but your biggest enemy, Daniel." Hearing Daniel's name, Danny punched the wall furiously and said, "This time, not even his pack and family can save. Last time his father and brother died but this time his whole pack will face death. You asked for it Daniel, yourself."

I’ve been able to keep his and Phelan’s cowardice a secret from the rest of the Pack but he’s just made it impossible to keep it to myself by attacking me in my home. “Please, don’t kill my brother.” Dutton whimpers up at me; he looks so pathetic with his puffy eyes and tears staining his cheeks. I push him away with a snarl but I don’t make any promises. Dutton and his brother are quickly becoming a problem I don’t need right now.

That beneath the black dress, beneath the composure, beneath everything she refused to show… His brother's heart was beating. Adrian's heart. Keeping her alive. And still, the way he looked at her hadn't changed. Steady. Unforgiving. "You should at least pretend." His voice was low. Even. Too steady to be mistaken for calm. Veronica held his gaze for a moment. Then looked away. "I'm not interested in performing grief." His jaw tightened. "Of course not. That would require you to feel something." She kept her eyes on the grave. "You're right. This must be very convenient for you."

A silent reminder of exactly where I am. My lungs forget how to work. My knees buckle before my brain even decides, and I find myself dropping to my knees on the cold floor like a sinner in church. He studies my figure like he is reading a list. “You must already know who I am,” he says. “Yes.” My voice is small but steady. Then I add the part that matters. “I am Danny Marquez’s sister. I am here for my brother.” He tilts his head. “You are here for the thief.”

“You’re still the same cheap and broke, Adrian.” Adrian scoffed, sliding his hands into his pockets with a calm confidence that only irritated Dante more. “Cheap? Broke? You really don’t remember, do you? Your precious empire didn’t rise on its own. When your father’s company was collapsing, it was my effort… my shares… my sacrifice that kept you standing.” His gaze hardened. “Don’t ever forget your roots. Because I haven’t. And trust me I’m coming for you.” He turned without waiting for a response, leaving Dante standing there with clenched fists and burning humiliation, and walked away to join Zara, choosing loyalty and justice over the past.

My gaze whipped over to it, and the lusty haze I was in, cleared. I pushed him away from me and hurried over to my discarded trousers. I know that ringing tone. It was the one I saved his name with. My hands shook as I answered the call, gesturing for the whore to shut the fuck up when he started protesting. “Baby?” “Brother, where are you?” Fucking a whore out, and imagining you were the one. “I… Something held me up. Is everything okay?” “I miss you, brother. Dad just left and… Can you come over, please? I don't want to stay here alone,” he begged, using that voice I could never say no to.

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

Daniel advised. I furrowed my brows in confusion. He wasn't telling me to stop seeing Vincent, my bully? I just can't seem to understand this brother of mine no matter how hard I try. "Thank you for your concern Danny." I told him. "Don't call me that." He reminded me as he left my room. "I know ." I muttered after him left. We weren't kids anymore and he wasn't my brother Danny that I used to know that would call me pretty even though I fell into the mud , he's all grown up and changed.

, I spat at him. "You fucked up and I don't think that she will ever come back to you", Danny says and my stomach flips. "Dave! Just clear every matter to her. Maybe she will decide to give you another chance", Danny says and I scowl. "Wait? What another chance? She is mine and belongs to me. My Possession. She will never leave me and I am not gonna let it happen ever", I say and clench my jaw tightly. "Good luck brother. And yeah my family is missing you so at least call them once and notify them that you're not dead and living fine", Danny mocks me.