Danny Phantom Shirts Novels & Stories

So, David tossed the clothes aside and walked away. Yet, Rebecca inched closer to him while flashing her best pout. "Please try it on, Dan. Who knows? Maybe you'll look good in it." David kept silent. "There are more shirts you can pick from if you don't like this one. See? There are gray, navy, and floral ones. Try on whichever one you prefer. Please?" "No." David didn't even want to look at them. He found the various colored shirts repulsive and way below his standards.

I sputtered in disbelief, my adrenaline racing through my blood vessels at such a rapid pace that, thankfully, it was able to keep my anxiety at bay. “I’ll explain later.” Damon sighed, tightening the fabric he tied around his wounded arm, the one I inflicted. However, one thing that caught my attention was the ruby red satin belt of my robe that was wrapped around his left leg. Great! I just face death practically naked. I wanted to argue with him and demand answers, but after seeing the blood soaking through all of his clothes and the exhausted look on his face, I kept my mouth shut and tried to calm the rising anger that was building up inside of me.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

Just last month, the entire Hale family had both made the cover of Vintage Daily for family of the week. And then—Damon. He stood just behind them, slightly out of the line of focus, as if he didn’t want to be there at all. His hair was a dark chestnut brown, neat but not overdone, with a few rebellious strands that caught the light. He wore a slate shirt with the sleeves rolled once at the wrist, the collar open just enough to reveal the faintest line of his throat. It was too simple an outfit for a boy of his name, but maybe that was what made him stand out.

It's the men's tent. [Mr Dumont is in there right now to change his clothes, what is Gold doing?] [Gold messed with the flags on purpose! She wants to hook up with him] [Don’t lie or she’ll sue you! I’m a huge fan of Gold. She’s never do such a thing] Inside the tent, Damon opened his suitcase. He took out a black shirt. The buttons were buttoned down to just two below the neck. Then a noise was heard at the door of the tent.

"There is nothing to be shy about, this would take weeks to fade!" "Not if I have anything to do about it." "What? You planning on adding more to this?" "More like never going to let them fade away." "Wow, I am never going shirtless for the rest of my life!" "You're welcome." "I hate you." Danny gave up and just smiled down at his idiot boyfriend. His brown eyes glistened with pride and so much love it nearly knocked Danny off his already wobbly legs. "I love you too, now get in here, water's getting cold."

I heard the shushing of water as it began to fill. "Just blown a fuse," Danny said matter-of-factly. He stood straight again, wiping his hands down the legs of his tight jeans. "I remember you all right." Those blue eyes twinkled slightly. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah... when I was about thirteen... fourteen, me and my mates used to hang about outside the shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school 'cause you went for your run then. I remember you always had these little strappy tops on and tight leggings. We used to reckon that you never wore knickers." He looked away, blushing slightly.

Our gazes connecting rings through my limbs like the starting bell of a boxing match. “Did you hit your fucking head after I got shot?” Dante demands. The flicker of emotion fades. I square my shoulders. He doesn’t get to talk to me like that anymore. “What, you don’t like the suit?” I gesture to one of the many suits I’ve purchased with his cards in the last two weeks. This one is navy blue with a thin gray pinstripe. I burned the suit I wore to meet Thano, and I haven’t bought anything black since.

“Sir, please excuse me. There is a child out here who insisted on seeing you, and… uh, he looks just like you.” Shiho and Hana looked at one another in surprise. “What!” Shiho said. Then, before she could respond, he said, “Never mind. Send him in.” Dylan walked in with authority. He was wearing a dark blue suit, a light blue shirt, and a pinstriped tie. He even wore a pair of cufflinks with a handkerchief in his top pocket. His shoes were Stacy Adams, designed just for him, even with little tassels on them. The aura he presented became stronger with every step he took. He looked like a little businessman; he was so adorable.

Anna's POV And just like Erica said, Danny came over with a box of pepperoni pizza and drinks. Danny was Erica's boyfriend, they had been dating for eight months and I think they were a perfect match. With his sandy blond hair, tanned skin, dimpled cheeks, sea-green eyes that seemed to glow from afar, and his infectious smile but he was shy and reserved yet somewhat easygoing. There was a certain glow of affection in his eyes whenever he looked at Erica. It was as if she held the stars within her own eyes while also lighting up the entire galaxy that is Danny Phantom.