Danny Phantom Pictures Novels & Stories

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

Seeing Victor shooting daggers at her, she swallowed hard but gathered the courage to look at Danny. The moment she saw Danny, she felt like her heart had stopped. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying and losing composure. Danny’s condition seemed very serious. He had several lacerations on his face. His hair remained disheveled and wet, and he had not yet cleaned off the dirt on his face. Several doctors were examining his limbs, likely to check for dislocation. A nurse was cleaning his mouth with a cotton swab. Danny’s mouth looked bloodless and extremely pale. He looked very pitiful.

' He was thinking of answering her. Simultaneously, Travis walked in with Danny. He let out a soft sigh, seeing Mel still breathing. "Good evening, Boss." Danny bowed. He motioned at Danny to start. He didn't want to be part of the conversation. "Be seated," Travis gestured with his hand when Mel tried to get on her feet again. "Here, you need to print them in your mind," Without delay, Danny began to place the pictures on the table. Mel leaned over them and studied them carefully, "Who are they? What do you want me to do?" She asked under her breath, fearing from Liam to hear and shoot her.

She was staring at my phone with wide eyes, her finger hovering over the screen. “You need to see this,” she said, excitement lacing her tone. She turned the phone towards me, and I instantly regretted looking. There, in all its glory, was a picture of Dino, shirtless, his abs defined and glistening under the sun. The background was a beach, waves crashing softly behind him. The photo looked recent, Dino standing tall with his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as though he knew the effect it would have on anyone who saw it.

The house was pact, and I could see the security guards trying to keep the paparazzi out of place. I move my head around and smile as I see Danny sitting up front, right at the end of the runway. God- he looked handsome. He wore a navy buttoned-up with a light gray suit. It fit him perfectly, making his gray eyes pop even more. It was as if he sensed my staring and turned, smiling and winking at me, making me blush. I smiled, bit my lip, and lowered my head to hide my blushing.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MICHAEL DELANEY, SOLE SURVIVOR OF THE JAMES BRIDGE MASSACRE? Next to this text was the classic black-and-white photograph he’d seen all over the Internet: an eighteen-year-old Danny—his Danny—in the back of an ambulance, surrounded by police officers, a heat-reflective space blanket draped over his shoulders to cover wounds that would, with time, become scars, a coffee cup in hand, his snowman’s face with eyes of coal. The young man’s t-shirt. Everyone who had seen this photograph remembered that shirt.

I think it was only Raven who could take his brute strength. And, that was saying something considering Danny had gotten stronger in the last couple of years. At his tender age of 24, Danny was already very big, his tanned physique was very muscular. His blonde hair, that used to flop into his eyes, was now brushed back. He wore a white collared shirt and I could see his muscles bulging through it. Danny worked as a personal trainer and the job matched his passions completely.

Nerthus Arawn slowly opens the wrapped paper slung around the gift, making my heartbeat pick up its pace, the air in my lungs diminishing. I watch him silently as he opens it fully, clasping the frame with both his hands as he studies it. “Aaaaaaw!” Danny shouts, getting me to tear my eyes away from Arawn still staring at my gift. “Is this us in Coney Island?” I nod, my eyes jumping between an absent Arawn and an excited Danny. “Yeah, I had my favorite photo we took enlarged a little bit and framed. So, we could all have a nice souvenir of the day. I thought-”

Was the first thing he said, and I blink. Danny sighs, averting his eyes that seemed to have seen all the horrible things over the years for a second, “But I was wrong.” He says, and I look at him, confused. “Danny, what aren’t you telling me?” I ask, and he sighs, walking over to take a picture from the wall. The same picture that caught my attention because of my mom, holding me when I was a baby. However, that wasn’t the only one that caught my eye. It was the huge wolf right beside her. The same wolf in the picture from those headlines I read. My heart beats erratically as I wonder.

Me: I want you here inside in the next two minutes. Danny: Coming, bro. I ended the call chugging on my drink when someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to spot Danny, and he sat on the barstool next to me and ordered his drink. He took the first sip. “So, where is your Indian bitch? I am dying to meet her!” He asked, his eyes roaming around, and finally stopped at someone. Before I could say something, he rose from the barstool and sprinted towards Mishka.