Phantom Planet Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

He has to be behind our inability to find an investor. . Before I can grab the doorknob, Camila’s front door is opened—leaving my hand hanging in the air. The face that greets me is not the one I was hoping to see. “Hello, Lilah,” Danny says, smiling. But I can tell it’s fake, even though the only light source is the moon. Danny is dark-skinned. His black hair is styled in a low cut, and he has a beard. The Dolce & Gabbana suit he’s wearing does little to hide his muscles. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t ripped. To sum it up, Danny is a gorgeous man, but even with all his handsomeness, he is the worst romantic partner I have ever met—except Beau if I’m including that horrible human being in

“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 say, conscious of the need to get to know any regulars, at least by name. As I set the stout in front of the guy with the star on his face, he takes my hand in both of his and kisses it, somehow NOT making it weird. “Lovely to meet you, Billie. I’m the Phantom, but you can call me Will if you must,” he says, and indicating the bored one on the end, “that’s Dominic. He’s always dull.” “Hilarious,” he says, taking his stout up and lifting it to his lips. “Cheers.”

I said, smiling widely. “That’s really good news, cupcake,” Damien said with a proud look on his face. “Wait, don't you know Phantom?” I asked. They were really big and since Damien was familiar with almost every important business owner, it was only normal for him to know them, that’s if they’re not collaborators already. “I don’t,” Damien said as he took a bite of his steak. “Really?” I asked in disbelief. “Are you sure?” “I don’t, really. I may have heard about them a few times, but that’s it,” he said. “So tell me, what are your plans for the next couple of months? Any target?”

Right behind him, Aunt Linda steps into the room, holding the heavy door open with her foot. Danny is wearing a miniature Wraiths jersey. The fabric is way too big on his tiny frame, the sleeves folded up twice at his wrists, but the back displays the white block letters clearly: LAURENTIS. Ha! This is definitely Hannah's handiwork. She probably bought the custom youth size the exact second we made the playoffs, planning for him to wear it at the victory parade. Seeing that mini jersey on my boy makes my chest swell so hard the pain in my leg completely fades into the background. Gabriel leans over, scooping Danny off the tile with one arm and depositing him right onto the edge of my mattres

He belonged to her - and did not belong. "I'll take your things," Sammy said. She took a glass of lemonade from the table and closed her fingers over it to hide their trembling. - Leave them behind the gym. - Thank you. Travis took a step towards her but stopped halfway. The music changed to energetic, dancers flashed between them. Samantha forced herself to look at him. In the semi-darkness of the dance floor, the iridescent light, he seemed fake. Beautiful, like from a fairy tale. A scary tale about a werewolf who ripped open her chest with his claws and reached for her heart.

How the hell does he expect me to have a whole conversation with him completely naked? Then he moves closer to my window, sniffing the air before stepping back. “You smell funny. Which pack are you from?” He asks, tilting his head watching me. “Uhh…I’m not rea—” “Celestial Moon Pack,” Danny blurts, cutting me short. And I let out a breath. The man’s eyes widen in surprise as he stares at both Danny and me, gobsmacked. “That can’t be right,” he mutters more to himself than us, and I wondered what he was thinking. I looked at Danny. Questions rushing to the forefront of my mind.

said Danny, “you’re a very important guy, Donatello Vitore. You own half of New York. I saw the article about you on Forbes. Those Eco-Friendly apartments that your building are going to be the way of the future.” I glanced at my father and raised an eyebrow. “You’re building Eco-Friendly apartments?” “Yes,” he said, “I’m not such a villain after all, am I?” I shook my head. “You’re doing the bare minimum.” I wanted to get another dig in, instead I turned my attention to Danny. “Mr. Fox, could I interest you in a dance when we get inside?” Danny smiled. “Hell yes, you most definitely can. What’s your name?”

“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.”

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?”