Danny Phantom Shirts Novels & Stories

Dan watched as his rival lifted his hand to gesture his guards to come to him. The first set of guards made their way to Mr Jones Vones as the next set walked to him with something in their hand. Dan looked closer. It wasn't a 'something', it was a someone. He looked again as he saw his brother all covered in blood. Damian looked tired as he opened his mouth gasping for air. His shirt and underwear were all covered in look. They had even been to read they now hung loosely on his body. Dan wanted to shout but he bit on his lower lip.

We walked into the store, and Daphnie's eyes lit up. Oh boy. We'll probably be in here for a while. Daphnie looked at me and said, "I am getting you a White Sox shirt." Before I could protest, Daphnie headed to the Chicago White Sox section. A Chicago Black Hawks Jersey caught her eye, but she kept walking. I bought the jersey when she wasn't looking so I could surprise her afterward.

So he agreed. Once he returned wearing the t shirt, he looked young. "Wow, you look good" Serene murmured with approval. Its a dull peach shirt which suited his frame perfectly. It made his muscles pop. It hugged his torso, complimenting his toned torso and flat abs. Wesley, Vasili and Daniel were looking at Dante who looked like a regular guy rather than the boss that he is. Dante glanced at them and smirked. They were wearing suits. "I think the three of you look over dressed for shopping. Why don't you change?" he suggested and even nodded at the people who kept glancing at them.

My mouth formed an 'O'. "He didn't answer! Oh no! That just means he did! He did!" Ryder yelled accusingly. Suddenly, my phone made a 'ping' sound. I looked at it and saw that it was from Danny-bear. Daniella. Saying: 'see you at prom. If you don't show up in time I'll cut your manhood'. "I need your help guys!" ¤¤¤ "What about this?" I ask as I looked at what I'm wearing. It's a pink suit with a black tie.

This man turned him on beyond sane thought. Nonchalantly, Zen said, “I’m watching the rest of the show.” The guy didn’t even look my way when he spoke. The exact moment i needed a distraction from the delicious slice of mancake sitting beside me, Daniel made his second appearance down the catwalk. He wore a commanding navy pinstriped suit with a check shirt. A bold move for Mode, but something definitely worth seeing. My best friend made matching checks and stripes look good with scruff and a messy mop of hair. Businessman with an edge.

He’s been playing king for so long but someone else will take his place for today. “What do you mean about that?” Damon asked with an obscure look on his face. “I always dress in black. I don’t need you to pick out an outfit for me when every designer clothes I have are in black.” I shrugged my head while picking my ear. “Well that’s too bad, because I’ve already sent Lilith out to the market in search of a stunning white shirt.” “What?!” He came up to my face. “Are you trying to embarrass me? Is this your opinion of getting back?”

I walked through the front door, expecting the house to be quiet. Instead, I saw him. Danny was sitting on the sofa, and my breath hitched in my throat. He wasn't wearing those baggy hoodies he usually hid in these days. He was in these tiny white shorts and a pink lace top that showed way too much of that smooth skin. His lips were glossy and pink, his eyes sharpened with his dark paint I think, he looked like a real sexy danger to me. He looked up at me, and his eyes were soft, and melting my heart in seconds.

A moment later he heard the chain slide back and the deadbolt disengage before the door opened. He'd never get over how handsome his man was. He was in his favourite sweats and his Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. Dillon loved that shirt. It was incredibly soft and worn from years of use. Tony had had that shirt for a long time. It fit him perfectly too. It must have been from when he was younger, because it was on the smaller side. That was totally okay with him though, since it hugged his body nicely and made his nipples stand out tastefully. "There's my guy! C'mon in! Don't worry next time I go to the store I'll get ya a key," he said with a snort when he saw Dillon's impatient expression.

The smoke machine that crawled on the ground along with the colorful lights that were flickering above our heads made this party even more stunning. Then Emma tagged me beside the bar area where a cushioned, red couch stood, seated by all the Royals who were busy chattering. Once we reached their area, their attention averted to me. “Kourtney, you’re here,” Danny said. He was wearing khaki pants and a black tank top that made his bulky chest and well-defined abdomen bulge through the fabric. It also illuminated the biceps he’d grown in football. “You’re late,” he pointed out.

A sense of shame swept through him, at the thought of failing. Dane dressed in a softly woolen; charcoal colored; Indochino; men’s, double breasted suit. He added an overly starched, perfectly tailored, long sleeved white shirt; a pair of silver Eagle cuff links; and a pair of black, Beckett Simonon, Balmoral Boots. He rubbed a dab of Beardbrand styling balm between his palms and ran his hands through his meticulously styled; neck groomed, jet black hair; before combing it into place. He began reciting the women’s names to himself in the bathroom mirror.