Fanfiction Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

The one connected to my Sexy Red persona. Danny's name flashed on the screen. What could he possibly want? My hands were shaking as I grabbed the voice modulator and answered. "Hello?" I said in my altered voice. "Sexy Red, hi," Danny said, and something in his tone made my stomach drop. "Hi," I responded carefully. "I thought about everything you said," Danny continued, his voice oddly calm. "And there's something important I need to tell you. Can we meet? Just briefly. In the next ten minutes. This is very important."

“You remember a guy that would come in and see you when you worked? You would only ever really speak to him. No one else held your attention in that place, well apart from Dylan. This guy would order black coffee and …” “French toast with fruit salad on the side with streaky bacon and maple syrup and eggs.” I say, and his smile gets bigger. “So you do remember. I’m Danny. I have watched you for five years, Rebel. I have been in love with you from a far. I knew who you were when you started to protect me. It was never my intention to drag you into this and for that, I’m sorry. Dylan and I want to be with you. It is wrong for us to ask you to choose. We are all the same. We all want the same t

“The next time you send me on a blind date, I’ll gut you and wear your intestines like a garland around my neck.” “Woah, chill, Vaughan. It’s just one date.” “That’s enough, Danny. No more,” he growled. “Fine,” Danny grunted on the other end. “Any updates from our ME?” he asked, pulling his car from the driveway, eyes trained on his rearview mirror. “Nope.” “Alright, get lost then and I hope your wife makes you sleep on the couch today.” He ended the call without waiting for further reply from the human. With a sigh, he eased the car into traffic. The roads were less crowded than usual and he welcomed it. He was in no mood to deal with other things than necessary.

It was clear he wasn't conscious or aware of his actions. "Show me what he's dreaming of," I said quickly, needing to understand the root of this behavior. Dane hesitated momentarily before pulling us into the depths of Percy's nightmare. The dream that unfolded was chilling. Percy was trapped in an alley, experiencing a violent assault by a group of vampires. In his nightmare, these vampires forced him to grind against another as they watched, a sick display of power and control. This explains his involuntary movements against Jo in the real world. The horror of the scene gripped me, and I turned to Dane in desperation. "Fix it, please. Oh shit, please Dane, fix it."

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“I’m glad I got one.” “Good for you.” Danny smirks, leaning back in the tub, enjoying the warm water as it soothes his muscles. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. "See you in the afterlife, Mary. In hell, maybe." He lets out a quiet laugh, his lips curving into a smirk. But his eyes remain empty. Exhausted. "Loving someone is really hard."

Danny asked innocently but I knew what he was saying, all hiding behind his honey deep talk. "You don't get to talk to me like that, magician." My nose flared with anger. I was getting enough of this bullshit. Men and their shits and the way they try to get me under their control! I wouldn't let that happen again. "Danny." He said and I looked at him confusedly. "The name is Danny, princess. I'm a wizard, not your simple magician that might have entertained you in your childhood." He rolled his eyes, and so did I.

I stumble over the words as I deny everything he said. What was he talking about, that I’m one of them? This insanely huge wolf… couldn’t be a werewolf, right? They don’t exist. At least not in real life. I know because I was a writer, and I have stopped daydreaming of that world a long time ago. However, Danny meets my gaze, the fierce conviction in his eyes now coming back with a much stronger determination. He reaches out to me, but I quickly avoid his hand by stepping back.

she teased as they went inside. Dannie hit the showers again and spent the rest of the evening curled up in a large overstuffed chair in the corner of the estate’s library. Being surrounded by books, most of them classics or three times older than her, it seemed almost wrong to read a cheap paperback bodice ripper. Dannie only let it bother her until she got to the really good, steamy parts of the book then she forgot about everything. Unfortunately, that meant she was dragging her sorry ass to bed way later than she should have. Dannie stripped off her clothes, tossing them in a corner vowing she would pick them up when she woke up and threw on an oversized t-shirt and crawled into bed. Wit