Hold It Phoenix Wright Novels & Stories

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

"The entire members of the Wright family have, at last, arrived in the country just a moment ago" the news was flashed together with the footage of the arrival of the most famous personalities of the world. The Wright family. "Led by Chairman Lucien Wright and his stunning wife, international model, and renowned fashion designer, Alexzia Montes-Wright, their entourage includes the three equally dashing heirs. The eldest, CEO Lucas Alexander, the third heir, Xander Voulker, and the heiress, Alekzandria Valerie"

**"You’ll want to see this. Check your email." Scowling, Adrian clicked into his inbox. The subject line read: *"'Phoenix Holdings – Press Release.'"* He clicked on it. The document was sleek, elegant, but insistent in its presentation. Phoenix Holdings was officially launching—a groundbreaking technology startup promising innovation in green infrastructure. It was backed by Virex Corp and headed by none other than Natalie Evans. Adrian stayed motionless for what seemed like an eternity, his mind racing over what he was reading. She was back.

Phoenix was angry noticing the man was not even looking her way, and she picked up her bag angrily, storming off. "Can you please drop the pregnancy test result?" Omarion said, pointing at the paper that Phoenix was holding, and since Phoenix knew he was not going to find a loophole, she decided to give it to him. "I won't lie, Mr. Yandel, you can be rest assured," Phoenix said, handing the paper to Omarion, and the man collected it with a grateful look. "Don't forget our deal miss, keep quiet for the time being and I will get it all sorted out," Omarion reminded and Phoenix nodded her head.

he muttered to himself. He opened his phone's contact list, and scrolled to a familiar name. - In the heart of Centropolis, a grand conferment ceremony was underway. Today's protagonist was Phoenix Lambert, the first female War God of Drakonia. Aston State's government had put in great effort to attract this popular figure from Drakonia, who was highly esteemed and sought after. They appointed her as the Honorary Marshal of Aston State, and put her in command of two hundred thousand elite troops.

Every eye was glued on me and the small bouquet of flowers I held. Jaguar’s face broke out into the cockiest smile I’d ever seen, and for a second that felt like it gave me strength. We made it up front. I stood across from Jaguar, inches apart, while Phoenix looked on at us. “Well,” Phoenix said, “I’ve officiated several biker weddings, but this is about the strangest one in my time,” he said. The crowd gave him a laugh. “And who would have thought Jaguar would wear a damn suit?”

Phoenix stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “You look beautiful,” he added as he walked over to take his seat. Heat rushed to my face. Did he watch the display just now? “Thank you.” I took my seat quickly. “I… I’m grateful,” I said, glancing at him. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring him.” “You made one request,” Phoenix replied calmly. “I would’ve fulfilled it no matter what.” I stared at him. Maybe Phoenix wasn’t as heartless as I’d thought. Maybe he was a good person, trapped in a family that believed themselves superior to every other race. Born into cruelty. Raised in it. Did that excuse it? I didn’t know.

“Phoenix’s real name is revealed.” As soon as I said this, everyone in the office looked at me. “Phoenix’s identity has been shown up? Is it true? Did he chat with you?” “I worship Phoenix too much. Who is Phoenix on earth? What does he look like?” “Miss Walter, please tell us to take a look. What did Phoenix say?” I swallowed hard and said, “Just look at Lewis’ T*****r, and you will know what happened.” Everyone went to look at Lewis’ T*****r and was so shocked that their jaw almost fell off. “Is this true or false? Ailina Wilson is Phoenix Reed?”

Hayden, who had been keeping Henry back so he wouldn’t run toward Phoenix who was obviously unstable—finally spoke up. “If you run, that makes you a coward.” Phoenix glared. “Don’t start, Hayden.” “I don’t care if you’re mad.” Hayden’s voice stayed calm. “You were adult enough to be with her. So you better be adult enough to deal with the consequences.” Phoenix’s fists tightened. “Don’t act like you’re my dad.” “I don’t need to be,” Hayden replied. “I’m just telling you the truth.” I could feel the heat radiating off Phoenix. He was cornered, spiraling. But Hayden’s words hit him—the way his expression shifted told me that.