Frightmare Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

I frowned and cupped my rosy flesh, rubbing it with my palms to see if it would help me stop blushing. Damon flashed me another wink, before he stepped out of the room. My heart skipped several beats at once whenever he looked at me. It sucked. I fixed my gaze on the maid. Frozen, she stared wide eyed at the ground. The tray in her hands shook while her hands trembled. I feared she would fall to the ground with the way she stood. I could only wonder why she was so scared of Damon. He couldn't be that frightening, could he? Yes, he was clearly a psychopath who derived joy in kidnapping females, and forcing them to be his mistress just for revenge, but that was all, right?

It soon closed up and her flesh became as new. “Ann?” A frightened voice startled her. She gasped in reality as she glanced at the forgotten reason she was here in the first place. She walked towards him but he quickly moved back in fear. “Dan, please wait…” she stretched her hand towards him. “Ann?” He repeated as fear etched over his face. “ You’re a vampire?”

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Sofia reached out and killed the lights in the room. "Don't you think we should at least leave the lights on?" he asked. "Getting terrified already?" she asked, chuckling. "I never knew you hated horror movies." "I watched them twice with Alessandro when we were kids," he admitted. "He made me watch it with him, and I was so terrified." Sofia burst into laughter. "Macho Man is scared of horror movies." "Let's get into the movie," Alexander muttered.

That was embarrassing. His eyes were open slightly, and Isabella found herself staring straight into them. She should have been glad when she had seen him Hurt. He was a vampire who fed on blood and Hurt people, but she realized that she had never been so scared in her life when she thought that he was going to die. The thought of him dying sent chills all over her and she couldn't even understand herself any more. Right now, she was so happy to see that he was going to be okay.

I froze, my heart sank. Danny. Had he gone through with his plans already? “So…,” my voice trailed off. "What do you intend to do with them? He scoffed. “You just called me a murderer a few minutes ago, what else is there to do than murder them?. Slow and agonizing.” My whole body went numb. Danny will be the death of me. “Get ready," he said, spanking my ass cheek. “We have an auction to attend." The sting of his palms on my ass cheek was supposed to send sinful heat spreading through me. Instead, it sent fear, immense fear.

"Hah! Yeah, right. Come on, everyone is afraid of something." "Not me." "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll even tell you my biggest fear." Harley laughed quietly through her nose. "You're a five hundred year old vampire, I highly doubt there is much on this mortal plane that can scare you." "It may seem like that, but I can assure you it's not the case." "Alright then, I guess I could tell you mine if you tell me yours." "Deal… but you first." "Okay, the truth is that I'm afraid-"

Daniela's POV A black card with my name on it. That was what I had been playing with for the past five minutes, with a huge smile on my face. Funny, because no one should be happy their worst enemy had done something nice. A gift alone should be an alert to tread carefully. And yeah, I should also be worried about other things; like how this man always had access to my room and was clearly in here when I was asleep, or probably even lamenting over the very graphic and gory nightmare I had just a few hours ago about Alexander drowning me in his pool.

Her voice was scratchy because of the tears. “Is anyone there, please help!” Jess cried out while running forward. She stopped in her tracks as she heard something. It was someone, no something taking a deep breath. Scratches were heard in the distance. Jess spun around, but she didn’t see anything. She took a step back, but the scratches returned this time from right behind her, before she could even turn around, her legs were pulled out from under her. She fell on her chest but rolled around to see those scary golden eyes in front of her. Before she could even release a breath, the beast growled and pulled back his head as he opened his jaw and pulled his head down, seemingly going for the