Danny Phantom Shirts Novels & Stories

“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.

Although, I knew they were nothing compared to his back side, which I hadn't gotten over even up to now. Nate on the other hand wore the same shirt but his was black, with his sleeves folded on both sides, revealing his rippling muscles. His trousers, unlike Richmond's, were deep blue but did not outline his body. Duke was wearing slacks and bare on the chest. Damon on the other hand in a carton colored knicker and a black polo. “Done checking us out?” Duke tilted his head to the side, smiling at me. “You aren't appealing to look at,” I scoffed. “What father is cooking seems to be much better.”

And then, I saw it. Wedged beneath a piece of jagged rebar was a small, tattered scrap of navy-blue fabric. It was heavy cotton, stained with soot and a dark, dried crimson. My heart stopped. I recognised the pattern, the subtle weave of the fabric. It was a piece of Daniel’s favourite shirt, the one he always wore under his tactical vest because he said the cotton helped him stay grounded.

The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. "Hello, sweetie pie," Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it's fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he's wearing does little to hide his muscles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met-except Jacob if I'm including that horrible human being in the running, too.

” Danny ~”What the fuck do I wear in any case? Janice ~”Not the fuck.” Kayley ~”Yes.” Danny ~”Forget it.” Kayley ~”You will fucking wear it.” Danny ~”Boss is going to have a fucking fit.” Kayley ~”I bet you he does not even notice.” We head down stairs where the boys are all waiting, bitching about having to wait for us so long. Jackson ~”What the fuck is up with the fucking pastels? Go take that shit off.” Drake ~”I think it looks nice boss.”

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

I needed water, or something to distract me. Danny looked good, especially good today. He had on a maroon sweater that his mom had bought him for Christmas last year, with a pair of distressed jeans. Normally, when he wore sweaters, it was because he had a big day ahead of him, or an important interview with the local paper or someone from an admissions board.

Danny walked in and threw him a burgundy robe as Darrell said, “What the fuck is this color?” Danny laughed, “Now who’s complaining,” as he tamed his own blonde hair. Barefoot in black slacks and a white button-up, he walked to the coffee table and dipped down to snatch up his phone as Nate and Elliott appeared behind him, joking with each other about their ill-fitting clothing. Eli’s stocky frame was less slender than Danny’s so the grey slacks and black button-up tugged on him. The outfit was a barely contained stack of muscle. “I look like one of those insecure guys who wears his shit too tight to show off what he’s got.” “Or a stripper,” Darrell offered with a smirk.

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.