Desiree Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

Maybe if I listened in on this conversation, I would know who I was dealing with. Opening the door as quietly as possible, I tried to listen out for voices. I was sure I hadn’t heard them walk up or down any stairs, so they had to be on this floor. My attention was caught by light streaming out of a door, illuminating the gap between the frame and the wall on the dark landing. I edged closer, careful not to make a sound. Sure enough, the noise of hushed voices reached my ears. “…I don’t care what it takes. I want that scaly bastard’s hoard.” Danny’s voice was dripping with bile.

My assumptions were right. I really wish Damien can find another girl, a decent and lovely girl. I wouldn't mind if she is from China or India, all I wanted is for my son to be in safe hands and Vivian that I know is a sorry case. My phone rang again. It was Danny. "Good morning, princess", he greeted and I couldn't help but smile widely. He makes me happy and I couldn't believe I was genuinely happy after all the years. Danny was indeed a good man, with a good soul. He was a great lover and a wonderful pamperer. He pampers me to the core.

Pasha said with a proud smirk lacing his wrinkled face and looked at Maya, who glanced at him once. “Hold your horses, grandpa!” Danny interrupted his daydreaming. “What?” Pasha’s neck snapped back at Danny. “She thinks she is my plaything.” Danny chuckled. It was the first time in his life that he was genuinely interested in a woman, but she was treating him like a plaque and running away from him. “Is she not?” Pasha asked leisurely, breaking Danny’s trail of thoughts. “What?” He asked, clueless. “Is she not your plaything?” Pasha asked again, and Danny flared in anger.

She waved at me. “She is my mate. Her name is Desire.” Wow, a fitting name for a gorgeous woman. “Nice to meet you, Desire. Welcome to the Wildheart pack. I am Danielle.” I told her and she smiled. Her dimpled smile made her even more gorgeous. “I know you. Doctor Nolan. You once treated my brother.” She revealed. I couldn’t remember her but I felt happy that she knew me for something good. “I am glad I could help. How is your brother?”

"You don't have to force an answer out of Dorothy. I'm here." As if on cue, Desiree slowly made her way down the spiral staircase, her silhouette clad in a dark coat.

(Cassie POV) It is now Wednesday evening. I do not now how I survived the past 24 hours, nor do I know how or if I will survive the next several days. I figured out very quickly last night that I am not a spy, nor do I have any hope of ever becoming one. I only made it out in one piece because: 1) Danny is an egotistical buffoon who could never begin to imagine that a woman would fake her affection for him; 2) Danny appears to be sincerely obsessed with me; and 3) in addition to being an egotistical buffoon, Danny is a SEXIST egotistical buffoon who underestimates the intellect of women generally.

Dexie felt that if Gavin hung up the phone, he would probably tell Danny to keep crying alone until he came back. Gavin, feeling a little worried, said, “Mrs. Huxley, um...” Dexie said, “Gavin, go quickly. Danny is still crying.” Gavin had no choice but to climb the stairs with the phone. When he reached Danny’s room, Dexie heard Danny’s crying on the other end of the phone. It sounded very sad. Dexie couldn’t help but feel her heart ache. It would be wonderful if she could take Danny with her. She had a genuine affection for Danny and loved him deeply. He had suffered a lot since childhood, so Dexie was eager to shower him with affection.

I knew this was wrong, I should push these feelings away, but they clung to me fiercely. I heard my sister's moan from the other end of the hall. The ache between my legs deepened. Without thinking, I tugged my top up, I let my fingers graze over my sensitive skin, the hardened peaks a vivid reminder of my new desires. My pussy was already slick with desire and I quickly discarded my panties, exposing my throbbing cunt. I ran a finger up my slit, letting out a loud sigh as my fingers traced my clit. My eyes shut tightly and my head fell back as I imagined it was Liam's tongue on me, his fingers inside me, his cock filling me completely. My sister's moans were not even helping, it intensified

I needed a camera or a copy. A soft click behind me. I spun around. Damien leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching me with dark amusement. “Find anything interesting, pet?” I froze, folder still in my hand. He crossed the room in three strides, took the folder gently from my fingers, and set it back on the desk. Then he bent me over it, skirt of air flipping up as my breasts pressed to cool wood. “Naughty little spy,” he murmured, hand sliding between my thighs to find me soaked. “You never learn.”

“Thank you… sir.” Victor stepped forward. “We don’t do games here. No pretending. No coy bullshit.” He reached out, slow, and brushed one knuckle along her jaw. “We want you. All three of us. Whenever we want. However we want.” Damien stopped behind her. She felt the heat of him even though he wasn’t touching her yet. “You can walk out that door right now,” he murmured against her ear. “No hard feelings. We’ll find another assistant.”