Danny Phantom My Brother's Keeper Novels & Stories

“Olivia, I'm only trying to protect you. The boys here are drunk and will seek to take advantage,-” “So you think because I'm so sweet that I can't kick a drunk boy in his balls if he dared try to touch me?” I cried, tears welling up I'm my eyes as frustration and embarrassment rocked through my body. “Now is not the time for this discussion. You are embarrassing me, Jason. Just go have fun and leave me and Megan alone. Stop following her around asking about me. You're not my keeper.” “I'm your brother,” he growled, crossed his arms, silently letting me know he was not going to be moving unless I forcefully moved him myself.

"Hey yourself." "Gather around… Gather around everyone!" DJ called, a silver fork clinking against the champagne flute he held in his right hand and they all moved closer forming a circle. "It's been a long awful year. A lot of things have happened in the past few months. We got hurt, we cried, we laughed, we got scared shitless, but in all of this, I am glad we are all here today, alive and healthy. I would like to make a special toast to my brother, Louis, and my once father who by the power of the universe reincarnated as my son, Danny Dylon, soulmate to Louis Levon!" The little crowd made up of family and a few close friends cheered and drank from their glasses. It has indeed been quite

I guess her years as a Beta Female must have toughened her up. 'Is there anyone by the name Irene here?' Lance asked as he stepped into the large room in company of a High Moon soldier. Irene stood up uncertain of whether to answer or not. When Lance noticed her, he faced her and said, 'Your brother would like to talk to you,' 'My brother. Where is he. Where did you find him?' 'He was found in the dungeon. He said his name is Danny,' Lance answered her patiently. 'Danny is alive?' Irene asked as fresh tears ran down her face as she smiled happily.

Hello everyone! I am back with book 2 and to save you and myself some trouble I have decided to publish book 2 right here under book 1. At first, I wanted to call the second book "My Brother's Keeper" and I wanted to make it a separate book from this one but it's literally just a continuation of Not My Brother so I decided to just post the new chapters under this story. This way you guys don't have to go search for it and go through unnecessary trouble to find it.

"Right here." Dannan smiled as he clasped his hand and pulled him in for a manly hug. "I'm happy for you, brother. And if you should need me, let me know, and I'll bring help." Xander nodded, smiling. "Be careful what you offer." Dannon smirked, but then his expression grew serious. "I am now, and always will be, your brother. I will always heed your call without question, should you ask."

“Despite this obviously forged piece of shit, I’m not listening to you.” “It’s not forged, asshole. Do you honestly think I would stoop that low?” I looked imploring into my brother’s dark blue eyes, searching for the man I knew was in there somewhere—buried beneath all the layers of bullshit he was flinging around. “You need to go back to Florida for Dad. He’s at home, Danny. Go be with him.” Danny’s jaw loosened, but before he could say something, Dustin threw a temper tantrum. The only thing he needed to make himself seem more like a child causing a scene was to stomp his feet. And then he did.

His eyes dropped to the dark dirt on the shovel's blade, then locked onto Connor's face. “Where is Danny?” Chadwick asked. His voice was low and dangerously quiet. Connor stammered, “We... we don't know what you're talking about....” Chadwick took a deliberate step forward. “WHERE IS DANNY?!” Godmother’s armed men swarmed from the trees, tackling all three boys to the damp ground. The youngest brother broke instantly under the pressure, pointing a shaking, mud-stained finger behind them. “We buried him!” he sobbed. “We buried him under the roots!”

I shimmied into Danny's varsity jacket as we walked toward the parking lot, and pulled it tightly around my body. Danny was standing against his red pickup truck, talking on the phone to someone, assumedly his mom. She hadn't been able to make it to the game tonight, since his little sister was sick all afternoon. I watched him as he ran a hand through his messy hair, chuckling at something his mom said. His mom was his kryptonite, he was an absolute mama's boy. He caught me out of the corner of his eye, and his face lit up. "I gotta go, I love you." He said quickly, and hung up as I walked up to him. "Hi." He pulled me close to his side and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

Even though his mouth was filled with the aroma of butter and wheat, he suddenly found himself reminiscing about the moist and suffocating sensations from the previous night. Gulp. He felt a bit parched. Danny was about to sip some coffee when his phone rang. He thought it was Luna Cruz calling him. When a male voice answered, his excitement turned down. It was his brother. "Bro, why are you calling so early in the morning? What's up?" The man on the other end of the phone sounded noticeably displeased. "Danny, why didn't you answer my calls yesterday?" "Just celebrating someone's birthday, bro. Are you calling me to give me a lecture?"

Instead of backing down, I smirked at him. “Big brother routine again?” I mocked, tilting my head. “You’re not my father, Killian. And you’re definitely not Dante. I was just dancing. Having fun on my birthday. Since when do you care who touches me?” He stepped closer, his big body filling the small space. Heat rolled off him in waves. “I care because you’re a Vance. Because one wrong move and that guy ends up with a bullet in his head. Because I’m the one who has to clean up your mess when you decide to act reckless.”