My Brother's Keeper Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

The silence he left behind was even heavier. Kaelan’s phone rang, piercing the quiet. He looked at the screen, his expression grim. “It’s a blocked number.” He answered, putting it on speaker. “Vanderbilt.” A voice, digitally distorted but clearly male, filled the room. “Mr. Vanderbilt. I trust your brother delivered my message. I have photographs. Audio recordings. Quite the torrid little secret you’ve been keeping. The press will have a field day. ‘Vanderbilt Heir’s Incestuous Affair with Secret Sister.’ The stock will plunge. The Foundry will be a laughingstock.”

"That's outside a doctor's pay grade. I handle the healing; I don't do intel." The look in Danny's eyes changed—the social politeness stripped away, replaced by genuine respect. "Chloe, I know I'm just a guy who runs errands, but if you're cool with it, I'd like to call you a friend." He straightened up, his tone crisp, like he was finalizing a contract. "If you ever find yourself in DC—whether you're in trouble or just need backup—Danny is just a phone call away." I was going back to DC.

"Did you not read his file?" "I did" "His file doesn't cover half of it," Danny said. "His file is just the stuff they caught him doing." He looked at Scarlett. "You know that." "I know that," she agreed. "He's actually—" Danny stopped. Something moved across his face. "He's actually really good at what he does. When he's not being catastrophic about everything else." Scarlett looked at him. She'd always thought that among both of them, Danny would've been the one to remember their dad with heart shaped colored lenses, but apparently she knew less about her brother than she thought.

My phone buzzed again — one last message from Danny, still waiting on the screen. I read the words, and they echoed sharp and loud in my head: She hung up on Danny — but his last words kept ringing: “You’ll regret trusting the brother who never even tried.”

“Boys, you can relax for a while. The you go back on playing. Okay?” “Yes, hyung.” The boys chorused. Oh, they are really cuties! Then they turn to us. “Hello again, Iyah-noona! Hello, Ayla-noona! I’m Danny, the drummer and a cousin of JD-hyung. Nice to meet you.” Danny introduced himself to Ayla-unnie. “Hello, Danny. Nice to meet you.” unnie said. “And I like your necklace, very fashionable.” She commented. “Thank you, noona.” Danny said with a smile.

“I heard what happened. But seeing as you’re still standing, I guess the beating wasn’t *that* bad.” This bastard. Did he think I was stupid? I *knew* he was behind it. “You must be disappointed, huh?” I shot back, fists clenching at my sides. “Since you sent your men to beat the hell out of me. This just blew a hole in our deal, Danny.” Danny didn’t react. His eyes—cold, calculating—stared at me in silence, making me shift slightly. Danny had always been the scariest one in our circle. The kind of man who made you think twice before crossing him. Hell, the only reason we were even close was because he once dated my sister.

That was their first loot, and they would have been pretty okay if they just left with it, but Danny opened another Swiss account in his name and they stayed back to steal more money… And they were fucking caught by Danny because of their greed. They got locked in the dungeon by the Irishmen and they fixed a date to execute them both. Aiden’s brother, Connor refused to sit back and watch him die, so he made arrangements to help him escape, but Aiden refused to go without Rosalie. When they came to set him free, he traded places with her, and she escape with her life. But he couldn’t get out alive, he was hanged the next day, and Danny couldn’t do anything about it. He sat there and watched h

“I’m Danny, who are you?” The memory of his parents’ death flew back to him. “My family,” he choked, “They’re gone.” “They weren’t wolves,” a female whispered. “Look at his blue eyes!” “But he’s one of us,” a male quickly countered. “You saw him.” “Smell him.” The boy named Danny held up his hand. “We’ve heard of this happening.” To Darrell, he asked again, “Who are you? What’s your name?” He felt the cold earth under his palms as he supported himself, sitting up. “Darrell Grey.”

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

"Daddy told me; he loves you." "He loves me?" Pretending to be confused when asking Yelena, she nodded one after the other. "Yeah, because you're his little sister." And then Yelena also told the story of my loss when I was a baby and again in English version. Sigh. When can I hear the tagalog version of this story? Uhm, maybe I'll tell the story. "Isn't that how it should be? Love your family." Ah, yes, because why do I always forget that Kenzo and I are brothers? Turns out he is also my long lost brother. Sigh.