Novel & Cerita Desiree Danny Phantom

Danielle was not sure why the man looked so desirable but for some reason her heartbeat grew faster. She was still in her own reverie when the alpha Cyrus Rhaziel took a step forward. The alpha wanted to know first whether she was his mate or was his wolf mistaken. Danielle wanted to stop him but her words failed in the mouth and she could not utter a single thing. As much as she wanted to utter anything, the woman's subconscious mind could not bring her to say something.

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?”

I don't know, " Danny answered in a dull tone, while he used his fore and middle finger to massage the side of his head. His head was throbbing from having to deal with all the bad memories of his childhood he had buried deep in the recess of his mind. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

"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 . Danny smirks at me. "Are you jealous? Afraid? That something might happen?" he jumped right into the truth and I scoffed, making me blush furiously. "I am not!"

Danny smiled, “This woman you speaks of seemed to be so interesting because I have never seen you get so angry at someone before. I wonder if I can meet this amazing Jennet Lockhart and see her with my own two eyes.” “She is an eyesore!” Mira slammed the glass on the table again. “To you, she may be an eyesore. But for me, she is a pleasure,” Danny said softly with a devilish chuckle. Mira raised an eyebrow at him, “What do you mean by ‘she is a pleasure?” She was unhappy. Danny chuckled, “I have been looking for someone like her, innocent on the outside but evil from the inside. She must be so good in bed.” He licked his lips which made Mira shoot him with another glare.

His soul was on the brink of something, but Danny couldn't understand; he and his soul were both too far gone to communicate with each other. Unzipping his jeans with shaking hands, Danny tried his best not to rip the damn pants off his body and shimmed out of them. The cool wood of the floor relieved him for a moment before the fever took over again. His hand slipped into his briefs, and found his aching cock. God what was happening, Danny moaned. He felt his soulmate leaving the area and he almost screamed for help. His panic was short-lived when he felt a force of nature coming full speed towards the cabin. The scent coming through the window became the air he breathed, thick, overwhelmin

“What if it’s not about where you belong, Victoria? What if it’s about what you want?” She stepped back, the words echoing in her mind. What did she want? The question lingered in her chest, knotting itself up with every passing second. She’d never let herself consider it—not with Lord Thomas, not with anyone. Desire had always been a distant, fleeting thing, an idea too dangerous to indulge. “I want... freedom,” she said quietly, her throat tight. She took another step back, only to feel the back of her legs hit the edge of a chair. The Duke was there, just a few inches away. She could feel the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze.

Some people came to comfort Stella as she kept sobbing. "What is happening here? What is with all the crowd?" A haughty, feminine voice rang behind my back. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around to see if it was who I thought it was. I was not mistaken, it was indeed Desiree Sinclair. Desiree was Draven's younger sister. She was in Italy all this time, pursuing her career in fashion design. She left the pack when I was still with Draven, when did she come back? She looked a lot like Draven and their mannerism were so alike that anyone should guess they were siblings.

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

Some nights the memory still felt fresh enough to suffocate him. That was another reason Serena made him nervous. Because for the first time in years, Kael caught himself wanting things again .Real things. Dinner downstairs with laughter. Someone waiting awake when he got home late. Warmth,home. God. Home was the most dangerous word of all. A knock sounded against the office door before Damon walked in without waiting for permission. “You look terrible,” Damon said immediately. Kael barely glanced up. “Good evening to you too.” Damon dropped into the chair across from him with a glass of whiskey in hand. “You’re doing the staring-out-the-window thing again.”