Forward Facing Phineas Novels & Stories

“I did not.” Philip smirked. “Oh, you definitely did.” Atlas glared. Philip laughed quietly. “Relax. I won’t tell your future wife.” Atlas turned toward the window again. The farmer had already started gathering the spilled grain. Something about him had felt… different. Atlas shook the thought away. The carriage continued down the road. Villagers passed by. Atlas slowly relaxed again. Until… Philip suddenly leaned forward. “Hold on.” Atlas frowned. “What now?” Philip pointed ahead.

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

However, just as Fennel was about to fall to the ground, a hand grabbed his back and held him steadily. Fennel focused his eyes and turned to look behind him. Philip’s indifferent face appeared in front of his eyes. “Good job. Leave the rest to me.” Philip said flatly and patted Fennel's shoulder lightly. Then, he slowly walked forward with his hands in his trouser pockets. His expression was indifferent, and his aura was quite calm. On the opposite side, Hades, Andrew, and Vataco frowned at the sight of Philip walking forward. They were unable to figure it out.

Then he looked past him, spotting Clement standing near the back, his brother’s face white with shock. Phineas leaned down, his face inches from Byron’s. He offered a cold, beautiful smile—the kind of smile a reaper gives a soul before the harvest. "Tell the streets what you saw tonight, Byron," Phineas whispered. "Tell them the era of my silence is over. Tell them the heir is awake." He straightened his lapels and kept walking. He didn't look at Lucian’s sobbing rage or Aurelius’s calculating stare. He headed for the exit, for the cold night air, for the ruin he had built.

I realized that when he whipped me within an inch of my life. Jeremy turned to say something to Nox’s father, who in turn nodded his head. “I’d like to see them if you don’t mind.” “But of course.” Phineas replied, moving to open the back end of the tractor trailer. The double doors swung open. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was imagining things. Nox had turned to stone at my side, which could only mean he was seeing the same thing I was. There were people—actual people—in the back of the tractor trailer. They didn’t appear to be injured in any way. If anything, they looked better than I did.

A cigar hung from his mouth. It was Phineas "Fang" Pugh, the leader of the Red Fang. None of the bystanders had seen Phineas before, yet the air around him immediately hinted at the man being the center of the gang. "Uncle!" Jessica called out as Phineas approached her, shocking the crowd. No wonder the girl was nigh-untouchable in the entire university! She was the niece of the boss of the Red Fang—no wonder the dean was wary of offending her.

She said bye to her mom and dad and got into her aircar. The aircar's security system flashed a screen and a computerized voice said "Pls bring your face close to the screen for scanning. Face detection is running." After the face detection the engine started. In 3019 the engine starts only after the face of the owner of the car is detected. Rosa selected her destination to Silverspring High School and switched to autopilot mode.

And Carter—whatever twisted version of him the vision had conjured—was gone. Only my ragged breathing remained. Phineas didn’t give me long. “Again,” he said. Snow rounded on him. “Grandfather, he’s going to collapse.” “He must collapse,” Phineas replied evenly. “And then stand back up.” Before I could protest, the ground buckled again—but this time, I was faster. I caught myself, light flaring instinctively at my feet, anchoring me. The sky flashed crimson, the aurora of ash swirling—

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

“This bait might be useful to others, but not me.” “Just cut to the chase.” “Tell me what you want.” “As expected from the Pagan family! I’m impressed!” Phantom smiled, looking at him with a beautiful gaze. “Since you’re so straightforward, I’ll be frank then.” “Mr. Faceless wants to return to Golden Sands. Are you willing to give him another chance?”