Valerie Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

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

Her body had stopped convulsing, but now blood was oozing out of her mouth, nose, and eyes, making her beautiful face scarier than the ugliest ghost in the movies. “But you forgot that I have already awakened my powers,” I added while leaning my face a little forward. Her eyes were already dropping, but they widened in shock. The realization struck her hard, but she was still in denial. “Yes, Valerie. Xander is my second-chance fated mate.” I revealed proudly. The air in the room thickened with a stanchy tension. Valerie couldn’t breathe. I held my chin high proudly. “This is true, Valerie. Why do you think that I can defeat you like this?” I taunted mercilessly.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

I wore a simple pink dress that hung just a little below my knee and Valerie looked like a runway model. The music pulsed through the floor, some remix of an early 2000s hit with a bassline that could knock out your ribs. Lights flashed and every other person seemed to be holding a red cup like it was a birthright. Valerie leaned closer suddenly, her eyes locked on someone across the room. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “That’s Veronica Matt.” “Who?” I asked, but she was already slipping into the crowd, moving like a heat-seeking missile.

He drove his claws into the Phantom's abdomen, pushing it away from his body while he struggled to stand. They fought for dominance, each beast showing off its skill and power, countering one another's attack as they both clashed. The Phantom was dominating, tearing the eye of Mark with its sharp claws and landing another heavy strike with its sharp claws on his chest. She watched from her hiding spot as the blood spilled from his body, and she heard his groaning sound, that was why was fuelled by the pain he received. “Father.!” She screamed from where she hid. She was scared to the extent, she flaunted his orders and did as her heart had instructed.

I felt like drowning, Melting. “Leilah Rivera.” The call to me brought me back to where I am standing. Standing in front of me is one of those goons back at the diner. He is tall, with a built body and broad shoulders. He is not wearing his glasses so I can see his scarred left eye. My body stiffens as I try to stand firmer, taller. “Where is my mother?” I balled my fists, ready to throw my strongest punch if needed. Although, I doubt that will make any difference as this man is almost a foot taller.

“Bianca Gallo is currently lowkey, and so is her assistant Dante. And as for Douglas Antony, he is as if he does not exist.” Rowan nodded and looked at Axel, hoping he would have some sort of information. But Axel shook his head in denial, as he as well had no updates about them. Later that evening… I found Valerie in the study room, looking at various documents. She had a frown on her face, her hair was tied into a messy bun, and her eyes were focused. She wore a light pink dress. She looked too gorgeous for me to disturb her. So, I just leaned against the doorframe, quietly watching her.

"You discussed with Paisley in your room, didn't you? You knew William wouldn't believe you and that he's on his way back. So, what are you going to do next? Are you here to annoy me so that I'll hit you? Or you'll pretend to be sick? So you can play the victim? At least that's what I could think of for now." "You!" Danya gasped in surprise. Indeed, what Valeria said was what she planned to do, but she didn't think Valeria would have guessed that. "You're right! I am trying to frame you. I want William to hate you, so what are you going to do about that?" "Oh my, I've never seen anyone sending themselves to their graves. It looks like I'll have to fulfill your wish today," Valeria grinned sm

“As if you’re searching for someone else in my face.” The words landed between them like a blow. Valerie’s eyes shimmered, not with tears but with a sharp kind of awareness, a woman trying to draw boundaries. Damien leaned forward, his voicelow. “Because maybe I am.” Her lips parted, a whisper caught in her throat. For a heartbeat, Damien swore he saw recognition flash in her gaze. But then she blinked, the shutters slammed down, and Valerie pushed back her chair. “I am not your ghost,” she said firmly. “Whatever you’re looking for, you won’t find it here.”

"What do you mean she's not your sister?" "She's an immortal vessel that's been in the Phantom in ages already. She was the failed experiment that was supposed to hold the Phantom's essence eternally. But she just live through those long years to be of service of the pack instead." Val and I looked so surprised at this moment. Wait? That bitch is immortal!