Novel & Cerita Desiree Danny Phantom

The same night, he was scared the most. Danny didn't know what to believe after he heard the news of his mother's death. His father became all he had until Selene showed up at their doorstep then his father paid more attention to her but only came to his room when his sexual drives she couldn't satiate. Then Danny began to sort solace in the arms of other women. He found Bella but she too left him, then came Annie who died as well. His father came into his room night after night to devour him while claiming that what they did was right. Planting his seeds of dark desires into his young mind until they were deeply rooted so much so he didn't see the desire to do otherwise.

He glared at her as she stepped into the room, followed by a lecherous Darrell who stood by the wall, gazing at her like he wondered what she was about to do. Strangest. Interview. Ever. Half rising out of his chair, the blonde motioned for her to sit opposite him and when she did, he sat back down. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, but he looked like he hated her so the contrast was extreme and unnerving. “I’m Danny.” “Bonnie,” She said as she set her briefcase on her lap and her purse on top of it as shields. “I hear you can help us master modern technology’s ability to reach new clients.”

he said desperately. I stared down at my bracelet that's suddenly loose on my wrist. "Samantha... Marie Samantha Fortalejo." I gave him a smile and he gave me a breathtaking smile as I rushed to leave. This definitely felt like a princess moment, except I ain't loosing a slipper.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me. “I have always wanted to bend her over for months and to claim that young body right here on this very couch.” My imagination goes wild while I grab her by the waist as she stands in front of me, pulling her down onto my lap. “You are so sexy Anna.” I groan just thinking of her. Her skirt rides up exposing her smooth thighs and the lacey edge of her panties. “Professor,” Anna whispers, but there’s no fear in her voice— only hunger. I don’t waste time with words while my fingers hook into her panties and yank them down.

His eyes were dark, hungry, scanning every inch of my face like he wanted to swallow me whole. "I don't know what it is," he murmured, his voice sounding almost dazed. "Something about these oceanic blue eyes... they keep luring me in. You are a siren, Danny. A beautiful, lying little siren. I just hope you don't lure me to my death."

“Are you crazy? He would kill us, alright? He can’t know that...” ​“I know, will you relax?! I just want to see what he is doing, that is it. It’ll be quick, and I’ll make sure he can’t hear the music. I can just make the phone call here.” My voice started to get more and more desperate, and judging from the way Danny was smirking at me now, he probably caught on to it, too. ​“Are you… perhaps, by any chance, jealous? Afraid? That something might happen?” He jumped right into the truth, and I scoffed, opening my mouth to defend myself, but nothing came out, making me blush furiously.

She asks, going back to the previous conversation. “There’s nothing to tell Callie so let it go.” “Okay then. I’ll get you the number.” “Thank you.” Callie finally leaves my office and I get back to work trying to keep my mind off Vanessa and her enchanting eyes. *************** Later that day, my assistant, Judy, an older woman —because I didn’t want the risk of having a young woman try to seduce me or me starting an affair with an assistant, it’s one of the closest ways to destroy a man— comes into my office and says, “Sir, this is from Miss Callie, she said you requested for it.”

Her eyes flick to Phantom, then back to me, disappointment etched deep. "Maryelle Arie Cirale," she says, tone clipped, each syllable a reprimand. "Inside. Now." Phantom doesn’t flinch. He steps forward, posture cool, restrained, but commanding. "Good evening, Mrs. Cirale," he says, voice smooth, deliberate. "I’m Phantom Risberg." Her brows lift, unimpressed. "I know who you are." The tension coils instantly, thick as smoke. I hover between them, breath shallow, heart pounding. Phantom’s presence is a shield, but Mom’s authority presses down like a weight I can’t shake.

It was fire and rage and desperation, all poured into one moment. She melted against him, her body betraying her mind. Because no matter how much she tried to fight it, Dante DeLuca owned her. And he always would. ---