Danny Phantom Parents Novels & Stories

"Were you reborn too? I get it—you're just feeling upset, that's why you chose my dad. But you'd definitely regret it!" I kept admiring my dazzling reflection in the mirror, retorting coolly, "Regret? Why would I? And know your place—I'm your stepmother. I'll tell your dad if you keep being rude." Stumped for a moment, Dylan growled softly but threateningly, "Did you think you've won just because you're with my dad?! We'll see! Oh, and don't you forget—he's going to die in a couple of years, and he is sterile!"

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning but still, Danny couldn’t get to sleep so, he went out and sat down the bench near the door. He is looking at the nearby house where his only daughter is living with her new husband. A thought came to him so, he fished his phone and he texted. -Your Highness, I would like to inform you that your son married my daughter here in the Philippines. I hope you accept her. I don’t know what to do now.

"Who's this? He looks so regal in this frame. I can tell he's a big person." "You're right. That's Earl McCartney. EMC. Ring a bell?" "Totally. The Original creator of EMC. The Founder of that conglomerate. Wow. He was your father?" "Yes. I am the direct heir, then Holly and now Sue and when the time comes, Ashley. It's always the girls." Ford laughs. "You took quite a lot of pictures too. You were just as beautiful when younger..." "Hahaha. You buttlicker. Being so sweet doesn't mean I'll approve of that big proposal you sent my way."

“Eat.” Zavian appears a few minutes later with a light blanket and drapes it over my legs even though the room is already warm. His hand lingers on my shoulder, thumb stroking once before he sits. Their attention is constant without being smothering. Every glance, every touch, every quiet check-in carries the same message: ‘You are carrying our children. You are precious. We will not let anything touch you.’

she sobbed into my shoulder. "Thank you for being there." I held her, both of us crying. Two emotional messes clinging to each other. Danny's father had moved away slightly, pulling out his phone. He was speaking in a low, dangerous voice I'd never heard from him before. "I don't care what it takes," I heard him say coldly into the phone. "Everyone involved. Every single person connected to this. No one gets spared. They will all face my wrath for what they did to my son."

Grayson asked, still a bit confused by what we were talking about. "Her parents. Daisy strongly thinks her father didn't love her mum."

I hate to think that the crack in my heart is result that maybe he never loved me either. Danny knew just how to play people. I always blamed it on the charm that he portrayed. I'm the fool. He has manipulated me and everyone else that he has ever spoken to. He has the whole school wrapped around his finger. He manipulated me and all our friends into keeping our mouth shut about the explosion. He manipulates everyone he comes in contact with because he can and he's good at it. Hell, he just did so to my mother. "Oh and Danny--" He turns around in a hast to get his truck door open. "Give my love to your parents." My mother's words ring clear in the air and all they represent.

My assumptions were right. I really wish Damien can find another girl, a decent and lovely girl. I wouldn't mind if she is from China or India, all I wanted is for my son to be in safe hands and Vivian that I know is a sorry case. My phone rang again. It was Danny. "Good morning, princess", he greeted and I couldn't help but smile widely. He makes me happy and I couldn't believe I was genuinely happy after all the years. Danny was indeed a good man, with a good soul. He was a great lover and a wonderful pamperer. He pampers me to the core.

Danny divulged, “My father was never interested in the family business. Someone needed to look after the family business, that's one of the major reasons I came back.” “Oh, that's cool. It is good to hear that you are ready to carry on your grandfather’s legacy.” Max pronounced. Danny Coleman was a childhood friend of Max. They lived in the same neighborhood and went to the same school until his father decided to relocate to Canada with his entire family, leaving behind his grandparents. I exchanged glances with Max, who gave me a subtle nod. He seems happy and surprised to see one of his childhood friends from the same neighborhood. To be sincere I wasn't totally cool with their presence be