Wes Weston Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

“Who are you? And what are you up to? Before you give me a clear answer, this blade will stay on your fucking neck.” Westin chuckled, his body slightly shaking with that laugh. The sharp blade cut open the surface of his skin, some blood oozing out. But he didn’t back away from her and the dagger. He leaned in instead, looking deep into her eyes. “My name is Westin. Westin Sanchez,” he said. His sexy, husky voice sent a shiver down her spine. Yet she ignored that strange feeling. “And?” she demanded.

I was sure whatever she picked out for me would be several thousand. We got to the haunted house just as I was getting uncomfortable on his back. I hopped down and Weston quickly went to talk to the attendant, who he of course seemed to know. I noticed him slip the guy a $100 bill and a wink, and I felt some tingles somewhere deep inside. *Ohh he’s gonna get deep inside, fuck I hope so,* Fanny said, practically falling over. *Cussing huh,* I said, taunting her with a wicked grin.

' After that, Darryl asked, "How do you know that? Are you White Horse's accomplice?" "No! No!" Weston shook his head. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he quickly denied it. "That morning, I saw White Horse sneaking around Sect Master Darby's room. I didn't think much about it at the time, but after careful consideration, I found it suspicious." Weston looked serious when he said that, but he was panicking on the inside. There was absolutely no way he would admit that he and White Horse had conspired against Darryl. He thought he would have a chance to survive if he pushed all responsibilities to White Horse.

“He will never be part of C.H.A.O.S. You are Charlie. The C in the acronym stands for Chancler. That’s you. Only you. Your status with us was never in question. Without you, there would be no C.H.A.O.S..” I feel Weston relax against me, hugging him tightly. “I love you, West Bear,” I sigh into his chest. His ebony hair tickled my face slightly against his mocha skin. Weston became my knight in shining armor from the first moment we met. He is a father figure and a caregiver. Wes has a sense of justice that I adore. He is talented with a piano at his fingertips. Weston is a fighter who had to do just that his whole life. He doesn’t complain, which means he often hides his pain. My West Bear i

It was a twenty minutes ride____ Tarrant idea, Incase I didn't show up to the ball. My phone was buzzing like crazy, but I ignored it. Someone would distract Tarrant eventually. I wasn't sure why I felt compelled to bring the little dolphin along. Maybe it was an excuse to avoid going in, but it didn't take long to hear what had really gone down. Weston was planning to claim a Luna, and it wasn't, little dolphin right here. Don't get me wrong. She was lovely, petite for a wolf, with a small heart shaped face and a nice hair length but there was no other indication that she spent much time in the sun or outdoors. Her skin looked soft, creamy and smooth.

Savannah sat beside Colton and clicked play. A hallway. Stark. White walls like teeth. Then—footsteps. Weston stepped into frame. Older, but not diminished. A man without time, without fear. His hair was slicked back, silver as steel. His voice was soft, like silk soaked in venom. “Initiate Codex Mirror,” he said. The camera panned past a row of canisters. Inside one—barely visible—a silhouette moved. A child. Weston turned his head slightly, as though he sensed the lens watching him.

Weston answers. “Hey, Wes. Did Jackson call?” “No, I did.” “Is everything okay? Jackson—” “He’s fine.” “Emma?” “Fine too.” I lean back in the chair. “Then why are you calling?” Wes hates talking on the phone. He never calls. Hell, he rarely responds to the group text we’ve had going on for years with Owen and Dean. “Are you with Danielle?” “No, I came all the way to Hawaii, and we parted ways.” I swallow hard. “Why?”

When we came back home, I planned to have Cat with me so he would then get to experience his real role as the Gamma, looking after and helping the Luna. "Let's go in and talk," Easton offered. He turned and opened the front door to walk inside. I followed him in and closed the door behind me. We walked down the hall to his home office. Easton took a seat in his chair behind his desk and pulled out three files, then handed them to me. I stood at the side of his desk and looked at the files. "This is all the information I have on Danny, Hank and Cat," Easton told me.

Men like this only think with one part of their body. I cover my mouth and giggle, fluttering my eyelids at the intimidating blonde man."I'm just a girl taking a swim in the pool. Who are you?" The man's face morphs into a terrifying glare, his arms shooting out and grabbing my body out of the pool. "Don't play with me, girl! Do you know who's estate this is or who I am? I'm Evander Weston, son of Noe Weston-the boss of the Weston Syndicate! In case you haven't gathered, you are trespassing on Weston Territory!" My heart flutters at his revelation. Fuck! Of all the syndicate henchman to run across, I had to cross Weston's son? Before I can think of a reply, Evander grabs a gun from one of th

I'll be sure to rescue her! Easton looked up, and clenched his jaws. However, he was a little surprised to see Frederick smiling. "Mr. Lester, how can you still smile?" "If you can foresee all that, do you think I wouldn't plan ahead? Don't worry. She'll be fine." Frederick chuckled. In the hotel, Danny's subordinates arrived in front of Room 1308. "Kick the door open!" Danny's trusted advisor ordered while waving his hand. One of the subordinates stepped forward and kicked the door open.