Danny Phantom Pictures Novels & Stories

David looked up as the door opened. He sat upright as he saw Dana. His face brightened as he realized that Ben didn’t follow her. “Dana" David called excitedly “I have drawn all of them.” Dana looked at the pictures and smiled. “Is this how they really look?” Dana asked feigning surprise. David nodded confidently. “That’s great! Do you remember anything else like a tattoo or a cut or any distinctive feature?”

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

My mind briefly flashes to Trey’s sinful self as well as the dirty things he did to me in that restroom–and my skin burns even hotter. "That is completely out of the picture!" I try to sound convincing. "I didn't get a 'boytoy' or whatever ridiculous thing you're trying to imply!" Danny remains quiet, using those sharp orbs to examine my tomato face. The longer I squirm under her gaze, the wider her evil grin stretches. "You bloody LIAR!” she shrieks after what feels like an eternity. “You did! You in fact got yourself a boytoy! Oh my God! How is he?! Is he hot?! Did he shift your whole damn womb with his massive dick?!"

he said and finds a seat around the place. Danny walks into his room. He is quite happy, 'at least I would have a great day,' he retorted and quickly walked into the shower. He switched on the shower and in no time, his body is filled with water. After a thorough watch, he quickly dry his body and walk out of the bathroom. He robbed his body with a cream and have a beautiful blue shirt with an awesome trousers. He wears a black shoe. Immediately he is done, he walks out of his room with his face all lit.

The hair on my arms stood up as I felt the nervous chills I got from him travel across my body. Danny held onto my hand as we walked up to his house, a large home with more windows than necessary. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the large, navy blue front door. I took a deep breath in as I followed Danny inside to the entryway, where his mother had decorated and hung all of their family photos. There were so many photos of Aly, more than anyone else in the family. But, I don't think any of the Schwinns had a problem with that fact.

“I heard him, Scarlett.” ​“Heard who? Xavier?” ​“No,” Danny whispered, his voice trembling. “The man from the photo. The man with the charcoal coat. He was in the garden. I saw him from the window.” ​Scarlett felt a cold drop of sweat slide down her spine. “Did he see you?”

Danny asked, chuckling. “Probably when the bureau stops breathing down my neck” Bob said. They got into the office, and Danny sat down behind his desk, with Bob taking his seat on one of the swivel chairs arranged in front of the huge mahogany desk. “Sir, we have been able to come up with a plausible identity of the man in the pictures Jeff took yesterday” Bob said. He brought a printed copy of the picture from a small folder, and placed it on Danny’s desk. “Who’s do you think the man in the picture is?” Danny asked.

I'm in so much trouble. When we eventually climbed down, Danny showed me the pictures he'd taken throughout the day. Most of them were beautiful—I looked happy in ways I rarely did. Many were candid shots: me smiling at something off-camera, gazing at the ocean, laughing at the monkeys, standing in awe before the waterfall. "Have you ever thought about taking up photography?" I asked. He chuckled. "Yeah, if I'm inspired enough, I can do it. Right now, you seem like pretty good inspiration. What do you say? Would you like me to be your photographer for the remainder of our honeymoon?"

“Danny? What’s wrong?” He held up a finger, and then gestured towards his head. I knew that meant that he was receiving a mind-link. “F&ck,” he said after a minute. His posture changed. He looked worried. Then he began looking around. “Danny?” “Do you have any clothes or pictures laying out?” “My clothes are in the closet, and I haven’t put up any pictures,” I responded, confused. “Why?” “Good, good. That makes sense. Where are the pictures now?”

"Or shower. Her hairs always kind of a mess so maybe..." "Bye, Dan, thanks again." "No problem, that's what friends are for." Danny waved his hand. "Back to this photo thing. I still don't think you're being honest. You must be getting something out of this other than a grade." "Maybe," he admitted. "I'll tell you if you promise to lay off the sister cracks." "Promise, no more wondering if your sister has a body or if she's a stick figure." "I plan on being in a few of the pics myself."