Danny X Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

"Are they... are they going to take us to jail?" "No," Xavier said, his grip tightening, his blue eyes locking onto his brother’s with an absolute, unshakeable certainty. "They aren't taking you anywhere. Scarlett and I are going to handle the conversation. Your only job right now is to keep that blanket around your shoulders and stay behind me. Can you do that?" "Yeah," Danny whispered, his voice cracking. "Xavier... where is Dad?"

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.”

It wasn't a big deal why people were throwing stones at Shania. “Travis, let's find the rat,” Danny said, turning to Travis. “Already on it,” Travis replied, showing Danny his iPad. Of course, Danny was going to make the person who did this suffer.

Silence exists between us before his phone starts vibrating. “Hello?” he says, and I can clearly hear Hannah’s voice from the other side. “Damon, Danny is throwing a tantrum again. He says he won’t eat without you.” I feel Damon’s eyes on me. “I’m at the hospital. Just… convince him somehow.” “I tried,” she says, sounding as helpless as possible. “But he’s not ready to listen.” “I want Daddy. I want Daddy. I want Daddy.” “Danny, stop,” he says, his voice softening in a way I haven’t heard in a long time. “Be a good boy. Daddy will be home soon.”

Not that Paige wasn’t likeable. It’s just that Paige had a habit of not taking anyone’s crap. If she was offended, she would be Satan incarnate. While Danny boy was the cute guy who you couldn’t help but always agree with even if he was telling you that a dinosaur came through a time machine and ate his homework. And he did use that excuse in class. Multiple times! So Dan was a big goof. But he was the best! “She’s making me go to a party.” I told Dan with a sad pout on my face.

I wasn’t quite certain how he managed to show up at the time that he did, but didn’t that mean that my mother was all alone somewhere? “I’m sure Mom is waiting for you.” Growing quiet, I wait while Mr. Owens stares at me and then at the man in his hand, and when he releases him, I feel a wave of relief, at least until Mr. Owens’ gaze narrows and I realize that I’m about to be on the receiving end of his wrath. “HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO STUPID?” He roars, his voice echoing around us, and the remaining two guys grab their buddy and haul ass. “YOU’RE AN ADULT NOW! YOU NEED TO START ACTING LIKE IT!”

Pasha said to Danny, and the latter shook his head. “Come on, granny, what will I do in the car with two oldies? Besides, it will be uncomfortable for Aunt Vera, too. It’s better if I come with Uncle Rony in his car.” Danny said, extending his hand in Daniel’s direction, “Come buddy, we will play PUBG.”

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

“Boys, you can relax for a while. The you go back on playing. Okay?” “Yes, hyung.” The boys chorused. Oh, they are really cuties! Then they turn to us. “Hello again, Iyah-noona! Hello, Ayla-noona! I’m Danny, the drummer and a cousin of JD-hyung. Nice to meet you.” Danny introduced himself to Ayla-unnie. “Hello, Danny. Nice to meet you.” unnie said. “And I like your necklace, very fashionable.” She commented. “Thank you, noona.” Danny said with a smile.

“I’m Danny, who are you?” The memory of his parents’ death flew back to him. “My family,” he choked, “They’re gone.” “They weren’t wolves,” a female whispered. “Look at his blue eyes!” “But he’s one of us,” a male quickly countered. “You saw him.” “Smell him.” The boy named Danny held up his hand. “We’ve heard of this happening.” To Darrell, he asked again, “Who are you? What’s your name?” He felt the cold earth under his palms as he supported himself, sitting up. “Darrell Grey.”