Danny Phantom Walker Novels & Stories

He has to be behind our inability to find an investor. . Before I can grab the doorknob, Camila’s front door is opened—leaving my hand hanging in the air. The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. “Hello, Lilah,” 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 Beau if I’m including that horrible human being in

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

“Just so you know—I don’t give a fuck what Jeff’s wife tells this town. I’ve decided I am the last man on earth for you.” I should have expected the instant pain in my balls. I suck in air that isn’t there and go to my knees, and then my side, while holding my poor balls, which are lodged someplace up in my throat. While I’m twisting and groaning, Danny decides she isn’t done. In a very calm voice she says, “When you can finally walk, please lock up behind you.” She leaves. It takes me five minutes before I manage to stand. My cell beeps, and I take it out of my pocket and see a text from Danny.

It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least. “Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?” I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous. This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago. “Come here,” I said. Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking. I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled. “Good work.”

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish. Danny is a werewolf and is nominated to become the future king of werewolves world. Just like Daniel, he is also adored and desired by all of the girls, the perfect guy of their dreamlands but he chooses Jamima among them all to be his girlfriend. Something is going on between him and Daniel but only the two of them know about it. Danny is a nice and gentle guy but is the total opposite of it when it comes to something he wants

Roland was the person in charge of Southrive's Internal Affairs. Following Crystal’s ascension, he retired to his hometown after being fired. And Wayne was his subordinate, who was hired by Novemton's Battle Warrior Department for some reason. The cameras turned toward them as they walked in with their heads lowered. Neither of them dared to show their faces to the cameras. "Danny Walker, Vera Stiles, and Connie Walker have arrived."

" Lana lamented quietly. If only she could contact Liam. However, Mandy and Romelius had imposed restrictions on their communication. It left Lana without recent contact with Liam. Her texts to him remained unanswered, and phone calls went ignored. … Liam received an urgent summons from Hector at work, informing him that Danny had come looking for him. Despite the unforeseen turn of events, Liam swiftly made his way home. After all, he recognized the significance of Danny's seniority. Upon his arrival at the Garrison Villa, Liam found that Danny, accompanied by his grandson Alex, had already arrived.

"Walker, right? My name is Darryl. Unfortunately, I am also a Royal Court Knight. I'd advise you to pay less attention to Ivy. I saw that you spiked her drink." 'Darryl?' Walker frowned, then he suddenly thought of something. He sneered, "Oh, so you are the one who defeated Stallon on All Souls' Day. Did you say you were born with supernatural powers? You don't look that impressive." He chuckled. Walker's eyes turned icy cold. "You said I spiked her wine. Have you got any evidence?" Walker deliberately slammed the wine glass on the table, spilling the wine. Darryl was furious when he saw that.

Claire P.O.V Danny has been the Beta and Ethan Randall's right-hand man for nearly two decades. It's quite the perk for Danny; besides being the Beta, he knows the ins and outs of the money-printing business owned by the Alpha, the ruler of The Silver Fire Pack. Danny didn't answer my question immediately. He just stared at me with his light brown eyes—warm and bright colours, especially in the summer. "Is it because the Alpha already has a fiancée that this is bugging you?"