Wes Weston Danny Phantom Novels & Stories

"On pick-up duty because everyone's worn out from studying. What are you doing here?" A small grin tugged on Wes's lips. "I had a date. I bailed after appetizers so I came here to get food because I'm still hungry." I laughed, not surprised by his classic Wes answer. It didn't surprise me the least. Someone it was just part of his charm. "And why did you bail on this one, Weston? What'd the poor girl do?" "Nothing," he muttered sheepishly but a grin still danced on his lips. "She was just too obsessed with Harry Potter. Wouldn't shut up about it."

Easton flicked his rectangular glasses, "We're identical triplets, idiot." That's true. Thus the reason why Northon always wears a beanie, Easton is wearing glasses and Weston is... well, Weston. No beanie, no glasses, nothing. "Whatever." Northon slumped on his sit and shut up. "So Charlie, how are you doing?" Weston asked. "I'm fine." He grinned, "Loving life and someone." He winked. "Oooh. You finally noticed Vanch? Nice." Weston nodded. Wait what?

Out of her expectation, she saw Weston still standing under the streetlight just after she stepped out through the front door. He was dressed in a thin black trench coat, covering his tall and strong figure. His broad shoulders and small waist made him look just like a one point eight meters tall male model in a fashion show. His shoulders were cast with a layer of morning ray, like the afterglow left by last night’s starlight. Hearing the noise, Weston raised his eyes lightly and looked this way. “Stella.” His voice was extremely hoarse, as if all that cigarettes he had been binging on had burnt his throat. Each and every word he said was heavy with dense smoke.

So I need to hang on to her to get more benefits. The man lost his interest in coming to the mall and stepped back into the car. "Take me to the office". Weston Enterprise is the top renowned and leading enterprises in the country, other companies are not even fit to hold a candle to them. They were very influential and many had tried to have any form of connection with them. No no dares to mess with the CEO or you'll end up bankrupt the next hour. And the man who runs it all is the prestigious Damon Weston, an handsome daredevil who hates fake appearance and most of all, women.

Phantom clearly had ulterior motives for getting in Wes’s good graces. He’d suffer huge losses if he got tricked by such a front. Wes squinted, a profound look on his face. “You killed my men, you stole my goods, and then came out here for a negotiation…” he said as he looked at Phantom. “What do you want?” “Revenge? Or blackmail?” Wes clapped. His family bodyguards quickly spread out. The people behind Phantom took a step forward at the same time. Their heads were raised up high. Their hands were filled with calluses; it was clear they were all professionals.

The second guy clarified. "Lee sure thinks so." "Babe, these are my cousins Ashton and Weston." "Pleasure." I said politely. "I could give you some more if you like." Weston winked. "You can call me Wes." "I get all the pleasure I need from Lee, but thanks, Wes." "And you're fine to call me Ash, sweetheart." Ashton grinned. "Probably won't." "You've done a good job with this one, Brandy." Wes looked me up and down.

Weston winked and David could only gawk at his best friend. What he did was a dumb move. Now Maddox Dasher will come and haunt him and neither he nor he will able to get away from the alpha's vengeance. "What have you done?" there was a fright hidden somewhere in his best friend's voice and he gulped nervously. "Oh, hush! David, see there's jazz music playing down there. Let's go and enjoy..." Weston and David had cast a spell around the penthouse and they walked out to the streets.

Peter said. “Thank you.” Darin said as he walked to his room and shut the door behind him. “Peter, you have to hand Darin over to West. He’s coming after you and he won’t rest until he gets what he wants.” Wendy said over the phone. “That’s impossible, who is West? What’s going on in?” Peter asked in utter confusion. “Just do as I say, I want to be safe.” Wendy said. “No, I won’t. I won’t hand him over.” Peter said.

Weston grimaced at the idea, quickly agreeing. It was a shock that Daniel had gotten Weston anything, and I had to wonder what questionable item lay in the pretty paper. I squinted my eyes at Daniel, but he just grinned back at me. Weston’s hand tore through the wrappings, slitting the tape, and opening up the box. He moved a ton of tissue out of the way before he came upon a picture frame. I gasped when I saw what it was: the photo Daniel took at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre. It came out perfectly. I was smiling up at the camera, my hands in Weston’s prints, my ring sparkling in the sun.

“But I’m not leaving yet.” He blinked once. Then shrugged. “Cool,” he said. “Then I’ll come in.” “…What?” He was already walking past me toward the door. “Might as well get to know your friends.” I hesitated for half a second. Then followed him back inside. The moment we walked in, all eyes turned. “Who’s that?” Darren asked. The guy didn’t even wait. “I’m Wes,” he said brightly. “Ethan’s friend.” That got everyone’s attention.