Blue Phoenix Chi Novels & Stories

The two childhood sweethearts swear that they'll marry no one but me, but they stand by as my dog of ten years gets killed in a car accident. I cradle the dog's mangled body, but no tears fall. Dante Battaglia stares at me in disgust and asks, "Why did you bring it home? Don't you know Anna's allergic to it?" Dario Battaglia immediately rushes over to snatch away the body in my arms. "This is a damned jinx. Get rid of it!" The Battaglia siblings and I are childhood friends. Dante became the Don, and Dario the Consigliere. I'm the precious princess in the two brothers' eyes, but everything changes with Anna's arrival. After burying the dog myself, I reply to the email inviting me to join an international classified project. The email reads, "Ms. Julia Costanza, we'd like to know if you're willing to participate in this institute's ten-year-long classified project. Upon joining, your personal information will be sealed for a decade, and you will be prohibited from contacting the outside world." I replied, "Yes, I agree."

"Is this your first pregnancy?" the doctor asked, prompting Marco to adjust his sitting position. "So, she's really pregnant?" Marco asked to confirm, causing the doctor to nod, while Letta tried to close her eyes. It seemed she couldn't escape from the man next to her who was now staring at her intently. "Yes, your wife is indeed pregnant. And if this is your first pregnancy, it seems I should provide some explanations so you won't be in the dark about this pregnancy," the doctor said, leaving Letta only able to nod. After all, she really needed knowledge about this pregnancy, and the doctor's explanations seemed like they would help. But, somehow, what initially made Letta excited because Marco was by her side might make her slightly unfocused in listening to the doctor.

Selene was just eighteen when her life was rewritten. Pregnant, abandoned, and forced into a marriage of convenience, she carried another man’s child down the aisle—without the man she married ever knowing the truth. Years later, her marriage to Tom Harold is a cage of cold words and hollow promises. Doctors insist she’s infertile, his obsession with an heir grows, and the woman who once left him now wants her place back. Then Rowland returns. The only man Selene has ever loved. The father of her child. The one whose touch still ignites a fire she thought she’d buried. Now, every glance, every touch, every word between them becomes a battle of desire and restraint. Tom’s power and possessiveness clash with Rowland’s passion and memory of love, and Selene is trapped in a dangerous game where her heart and her daughter’s future hang in the balance. She must choose: protect the secret that shields her child—or risk everything for a love that never truly let her go. In a marriage built on lies, the most dangerous thing isn’t betrayal. It’s the truth.

Natasha is always bullied because of her old-fashioned look. Clyde del Espania, the man of her dreams is the opposite. He is so good-looking and one of the heirs of the Dynasty Agency. She believes that Clyde will also notice her one day. She knows that she isn't exactly beautiful. Sometimes, they'd even call her weird, but she doesn't give them the chance to get inside her head that much. She is certain that the drop-dead gorgeous man, Clyde del Espania, will be hers with the help of the love potions written in her grandmother's book. What could happen if the enchantment that she has been anticipating always failed because of Kyle del Espania, the guy that she dislikes so much who also happens to be Clyde's twin brother? He knows how hard she loves his twin brother so he decides to help her in order for Clyde to notice her and fall for her. The guy also has a different goal for doing so as the girl that he loves is now engaged with his twin brother. But how could they continue with the plan if she is the one who seems to be enchanted by her love's twin brother? What if Kyle turns out to be the guy that she truly loves? Will she be successful in enchanting him to fall for her instead when he still loves his ex, Claire?

Dave and Evelyn were step-siblings who were bound by their parents’ marriage. “You wouldn’t dare abort my child! After everything I’ve done to ensure you get pregnant,” Dave snarled, his eyes burning with fury as he grabbed Evelyn by her hair, yanking her head back. His lips crashed against hers with brutal force. Tears streaked her face as she struggled against him. “We’re siblings, Dave! I can’t have your child. How do you think our parents will react to this? How can they live with this shame?” Evelyn’s voice cracked, trembling with desperation. “I don’t give a fuck about them or what anyone thinks,” he spat, his grip tightening. “You know the rule. Abort my child, and I’ll make sure your father’s blood stains the earth. Don’t test me, dear sister. You know I’ll do it.” Will she disobey Dave and risk the life of the man who raised her, or will she let the child of a forbidden bloodline grow within her?

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.

In the delivery room, my wife, Ashley Chase, is now fully dilated, but she refuses to go through with the delivery. She insists that I have to agree to accept her betrayal first. "Henry Madden, I want you to swear that you'll treat this baby as if it were your own. Or else, I refuse to give birth today. The baby and I will both die in this delivery room!" The medical staff joins in, trying to convince me that life matters more than anything else—that all Ashley has done is make a mistake, and I should just live with it. Ashley's mother even slaps me when she sees that I haven't agreed yet. "You're just a loser who married into our family! You should feel honored that we're letting you be the father in name. Don't be such an ingrate!" Sneering, I grab the delivery consent form and write the words "do not agree". "Since Ashley is so keen to end both her own life and the life of her love child, I'll let her have her way."

Cecil was not happy that none of her three billionaire daughters: Macrina, Kay and Brie are not married. Her daughters are well educated and accomplished in life than the daughters of others but still has no spouse. Cecil valued marriage a lot which made her see no proper value in her children despite their potentials. Her wishes looked to be granted when she met her friend who is also a billionaire with two sons who just came in town to open her first son's house. Cecil had to use this opportunity to find a way her first daughter can marry the son of her friend. Grant the young billionaire had a brother and play boy cousin who also met the other sisters. The whole love chemistry now began between them.

The impoverished student I had sponsored, Jacob Murphy, had accumulated a massive gambling debt. When the debt collectors had kicked the door open, my childhood sweetheart, Renee Austin, had shoved me forward instead. Her voice was cold and distant. “He’s Jacob Murphy. Take him away.” In the darkness of an underground casino, they tore out my fingernails, then smashed my ribs one by one with an iron rod. When the searing pain arrived, I groveled on the floor like a dog. I was weeping and screaming, without a shred of dignity. Then, they “mercifully” gave me one chance to call for help. Clinging to the last sliver of hope, I called Renee. Her voice on the other end sounded very cruel. “If you hadn’t set him up, how would Jacob have ended up buried in gambling debt? Even if you die at their hands, you deserve it.” The dial tone after she hung up became the last sound in my world. Later, I really did die, just as she had said. However, there was not the slightest trace of a smile on Renee’s face. It was as if she had gone mad. Her eyes were bloodshot as she searched every underground gambling den in the city. ‘Renee, why were you crying for me?’ I wondered.

" You are the wrong surrogate!" He said hiding the fact that she was his mate. " You are the one who impregnated me! How could you say that?" She growled, disappointed at the Alpha who stood with no regrets. " This is two years of marriage contract. Sign it. And I will give you everything you want to have!" Aurora Bliss, after being cheated by her boyfriend, was captured by the step-uncle of her ex-lover who informed her that she was the wrong surrogate mother with his child. However, she never knew that this Man was her mate. Without informing her about the mate bonding, the Alpha offered her a two-year marriage contract. She would give birth to his child and raise the child for a year and she would be free. However, she never knew behind the papers of contract, he was aiming to win her heart, making sure, his nephew regret for hurting his mate.