Desiree Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

I smile back and say: “Hi.” “Are you new around here?” I smile and reply: “A bit.” I extend my hand and say: “I’m Kyle Jones.” Unfortunately, we can’t use our real names on a mission. She smiles and shakes my hand: “Angeline Parsons.” She’s an interesting woman. After her drink arrives, she asks if she can stay here and I immediately say yes. I tell her about my college research and she tells me she studies gastronomy. I enjoy her company, but when I look up, I see a tall blond guy right in front of me.

"And because I like you. You're real. Most people smile and pretend. You don't." I drove home with more questions than answers. Who was Diana really? What was in that envelope? At home I typed Vincent Drake into the search bar. Nothing useful came up. A LinkedIn saying he taught music in New York. A F******k page not updated in three years. My phone buzzed. *Thank you for tonight. For trying. For trusting me enough to sing.* Before I could respond, another text came. *And I know you probably looked me up. It's okay. I would too. But you won't find much online. I'll explain why on Sunday.*

All I had to do was spend thirty days as the exclusive companion to Damien Cross. Everyone knew the name. He was the ghost in the machine, the tech titan who had rebuilt the digital world and then disappeared behind a wall of security and silence. You saw his silhouette in the back of a limousine on the news, or a blurry photo of him leaving a courtroom, but he didn’t do interviews. He didn’t do galas. He was a myth made of silicon and billions. And for some reason, he wanted me.

I called out to him while pushing the door open, he heard me and rushed to the door "Finally, the queen is here…we were waiting for you," Danny said with his most charming smile and dragged me inside. Shutting the door, he guided me to his desk, however, I was shocked to find someone I didn't wish to see. He was sitting behind the desk on Danny's chair. There was another man dressed in a blue suit standing to the sides

"What! I thought you were crying, 'D'? he asked.. Mandy smiled. "No, I am not crying at all. I don't want to cry out all the tears in my body. I have cried enough. For now, I want to discreetly run a DNA test, with my sample and aunt Clara's. I want to be sure my father knee what he was talking about. If she turns out to be my birth mother, then I don't know what to say. Tomorrow, I'll get you a strand of aunt Clara's hair. Bosey? no one must find out, until the result is out". Mandy said.

She asked. “It's Cassie, Mrs. Wade.” She heard a familiar voice and she knew it was one of the maids, she rolled her eyes and dropped her glass. “Come in.” She replied and the door opened revealing the maid, she walked in fully and bowed. “What?” “Ma’am, Sir Draven demands your presence in the living room now.” She said and Xalia frowned. “Why?” “I have no idea, ma’am.” She answered and Xalia nodded, she waved her hand in the air showing a gesture that she should leave and the maid bowed again before walking out.

I sighed and leaned forward because I had found my opportunity. "I do not want to fuck you, Bianca. I like freeing girls like you, and I am willing to pay you handsomely if you can point me in the direction of this Justin guy." I said to her, and she stood up abruptly and started shaking her head. "I won't betray my pimp. If you do not need me, then I will take my leave," she said, and she reeked of fear. I got up and pinned her against the wall, taking in her scent of fear. It disgusted me, but I controlled my wolf.

She did not know what sibling relationship was actually in between Denny and Denisse to assume things this way. "Hello?" Danny spoke to the caller. He was somehow hoping it was just a person with the same name. He was still holding to that tiny hope in his heart that his sister, Denisse Vero, would not go to such an extreme, like being connected with a psychopathic woman like Caroline Winslet. He wanted to check for himself if the caller was really his sister, Denise.

Arsenio's POV~ Kingdom of Lympia, 1200 BC This day hadn't started yet, but I loathed it already. My father, the king of Lympia, wanted me to settle down with one woman. The problem was, I adore the female population. How could I disregard them just for one female? I'm Arsenio Tadeas Dimitri Dwight, the god of affection and attraction. The future king of Lympia. No one could resist me, and my charms. I was the only immortal among my people.

It's funny how this elegant looking woman in front of me is so desperate to keep her secret which comes to the point that she's willing to feed me some money to cover it. "I'm not really into money. Now, goodbye, Miss." With those words, I left the room, leaving her all alone. God, I can't wait for the results of Zoe and Alice's DNA test. She really wanna keep Alice and Alisson a secret to the world and who will not wonder why? She's too suspicious. I went out of the building and walk in the streets. I stood at the waiting shed and waited for a taxi. Klyde and I have plans on meeting each other for the announcement of the DNA result. Klyde ordered the doctor to make it quick since were in a