Sam And Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

"Danny?" "Danny Finn. He's in prison now, Riverbend Correctional. Got twenty years for a bank robbery that went wrong. But before that, he and his sister Caroline worked for your father. Eliminations. Making problems disappear. Your father sent them into a trap, got Caroline killed, got Danny locked up. But Danny knows things. Names. Locations. He might talk if you approach him right, offer him something he needs."

“Apparently, I’m the longest PA he had. It’d be a bummer if he has to start all over,” “Well, aren’t you so sure,” Sam said laughing. “Ya’ll are definitely fucking or something,” he said bursting into a much louder laugh. “Mr Manando,” he said mimicking Mr Stark’s gravelly angry voice. “You almost sound like my best friend,” I scoffed, starting the car. “She knows him?” “We both work for him,” “Damn, now I envy your life,” Sam whistled. “I guess I gotta go,”

It was the same chat we used to declare surprise training. Samantha: If anyone thinks today is a good day to declare early morning training then I will make your life a living hell. Vi: For how long? Lol *evil emoji* Samantha: My phone’s calendar isn’t programmed that far out. Daren: Daaammmn *halo emoji* Greg: Daren, you don’t fool me, I saw that smirk on your face! I know you were planning something! Daren: *halo emoji*

No more was said of Alpha Amal's father, calls had stopped coming in, and Sam's nightmares had ended almost as soon as they had begun. Vivian, Dave and Dan were now permanent fixtures around them, and every few minutes, they could be seen following Sam and Alpha Amal.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

I slung my hand over her shoulder as we walked over to the benches and sat merrily. “So what exactly happened with Carter?” I pressed and she sighs. “It just didn’t work out. We’re from two different worlds.” “So are Samuel and I.” I comment and she nods. “Yea but you got lucky,” Danielle pouts and I thought to myself. I did get lucky, didn’t I? As if on cue, Samuel comes waltzing in our direction. I smile up at him, and he returns it with one of his small ghost smiles. I noticed that Samuel was only soft when it was him and I. In public, he had to uphold his violent reputation I assume, so he rarely grinned or laugh, just secretly threw ghosts at me.

My fear returned, and I scrambled for my gun, convinced that Samson was no mere mortal. Samson turned to me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "If your bullets didn't stop him, do you really think they scare me?" My grip on my weapon trembled, and Samson walked up to me, his hands fidgeting. "Trust me, Danny, I wish I could snap your neck right here and now, but..."

Sam swirled the red wine in his glass and shot back, "Harry, don't give yourself too much credit." What could Harry even do? Knowing him, Sam figured the best he could manage was to stir up trouble and never actually help. More often than not, Harry couldn't even catch the deeper meaning behind other people's words. To put it nicely, he was simple-minded. Harry muttered, "Sam, you know, you could also just stay quiet. No one would mistake you for a mute." Sam chuckled. Glancing around, he asked, "Has Danny arrived yet?" Jackie replied, "He texted me saying he'd be late."

"That's Dante right?, I am not hallucinating" Silvana asked Fiona. "if you are hallucinating, that means we are all hallucinating as well" Fiona replied. They watched as Dante and Camilla held hands and approached them. "Good morning all" Camilla said to them, a big beaming smile on her face. "Is this the friend you went to see?" Luciano asked. "Yes, this is him" Camilla replied. Dante released Camilla's hsnd and stretched his hand forward to Luciano for an handshake. "Hi, I am Dante Russo" he introduced himself.

Samantha gets a happy but weepy expression on her face and Daniel tenses as he sees the building tears. "Thanks, Stan. I guess I knew that I just needed to hear it," Sam says as she finally gives Tabitha a small smile. I squeeze my mate and smile down at her as Daniel's phone begins to ring. He answers, and Sam takes a sip of her juice as we all listen in on the phone call. "Yes, hello, is this Mr. Gray," a male voice asks, and we all look at Dan as his eyebrows furrow. "Yes, it is," Dan replies, and a queasy feeling builds in my gut.