My Brother's Keeper Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

He looked in the direction of Dylan, and his face slowly lit up, seeing the appealing features of this boy. "I am okay… are you enjoying your dinner?" finally, he can see his daddy smiling at him, and he is so charming! Luke is chuckled before pouring him some wine too. "Cheers?" the two clang their glasses; all of a sudden, Dylan freezes when a familiar face is approaching their direction. Luke looked at his estranged brother and then smiled, "it is the two of us … your older brother is a heart of stone for father." Connor Carter Vozinelik smirked at him then the maid pulls out the chair for him.

Dallin's eyes glistened with teardrops as he spoke, his concern for Lyan evident in his voice. The sudden silence from his elder brother had unnerved Dallin. He believed that his question might have caused Lyan's sadness, and that weighed heavily on his heart. Despite his resolution not to press further, Dallin couldn't quell his worry for his Hyung. Lyan was a hard worker, perhaps the hardest he had ever known, despite his occasional laziness.

Even though his mouth was filled with the aroma of butter and wheat, he suddenly found himself reminiscing about the moist and suffocating sensations from the previous night. Gulp. He felt a bit parched. Danny was about to sip some coffee when his phone rang. He thought it was Luna Cruz calling him. When a male voice answered, his excitement turned down. It was his brother. "Bro, why are you calling so early in the morning? What's up?" The man on the other end of the phone sounded noticeably displeased. "Danny, why didn't you answer my calls yesterday?" "Just celebrating someone's birthday, bro. Are you calling me to give me a lecture?"

he answers calmly and I look up and down the street as I wait for him to continue talking. But he doesn’t. “Arawn, please,” I breathe out, shaking as I hug myself. “This is not the moment to pull your mysterious character trait. What happened? Is Danny okay?” He takes a deep breath and I hear a man tell him something as he talks to me again. Is he in a car? “I told Danny about his father,” he says, making my arms slump. "And about the fact that he is my half brother." “Oh, no! What happened?”

"Let me leave you to eat, and don't forget to have a proper rest." Danny left the room. He saw Matt sitting all alone, filled with thoughts, bothered about his nephew. "Aren't you worried that your brother might be in terrible danger right now?" Matt asked. "Oh, of course I am, Matt. He's the only brother I have left. I wouldn't want anything to hurt him," Danny replied. "How come you weren't caught?" Matt asked.

“This job, with your father?” Urgh. Another one I regretted telling. I really should get better at keeping secrets. Once it slipped out, they never fucking forgot about it. “No,” I said. “Nothing to do with that prick.” “Pity,” he said. “Your father knows good business.” I looked at his friendly eyes, heavy brown with grey. Danny was South African, accepted by the locals slowly over the years, until he was now a piece of the Much Arlock furniture. “Where are you leaving us for?”

I patted Frank's hand. He released Danny, who hid behind my legs, glaring at Frank, saying, "I just suddenly decided to call her Charlotte. I want to be a member of her family. From now on, I'm your little brother-in-law! If you make my sister unhappy, I'll beat you up." Frank raised an eyebrow, "Beat me up?" He could easily pin this little brat down, yet he was boldly saying he would fight him. "So what? I won't grow up, and you won't get old. If you annoy my sister, when you're old and can't move, I'll take her to find another old man to enjoy life with!"

“You…you…called me by my name.” “Yeah, your birth name. I found out about it from one of the guards who left with father on that day. I’m sorry I can’t call you by your name because of my father and the people. You probably feel like a prisoner in this home, so I’m sorry for what he did to you. I know my sorry is not fixing anything or quenching the hatred, but it shows how remorseful I am. Johannes Gutenberg, you will always be my brother and a best friend to me. Trust me, I will help you and get you back to your people someday. Please give me a little time to get stronger. I will take you back to your people. I’m so sorry that I am weak, but trust me on this. I love you so much. You bright

But before I could ask again, my phone buzzed. Danny. My stomach dropped. He texted me: “We need to talk. Meet me behind the rink at 10.” My hands shook. Frank leaned in, reading over my shoulder like he owned the right. “Oh? Lover boy wants a meeting?” he teased. “Don’t call him that.” He snorted. “He’s not your brother, you know.” “Don’t start this again,” I snapped. He lifted his hands. “Fine. Go talk to him. Just… don’t let him guilt-trip you.”

Danny nodded frantically and promised right away, "I will, Dad! Just please bring her back. That man looked really scary." When Dad nodded, Danny finally relaxed. "Alright. Let's go get your sister now. It's her birthday today." A smile finally returned to Dad's face. Warmth spread through my chest at his words. They really did love me. Mrs. Fletcher next door was wrong when she said Mom only loved Danny. She was completely wrong! Next time I saw her, I would tell her exactly that. "Danny, we're going to bring your sister home now." I blinked in confusion. I was already home. I waved my hands frantically and tried to grab their arms. "I'm right here!"