Kode Baju Phoenix Novels & Stories

"What do you know? We’ve just opened. With the reputation of *K Fragrance*, we’ll crush Phoenix Gallery within a year." The two boutiques were worlds apart. Joey specialized in high-fashion trends, while Phoenix focused on high-end socialite couture. She had studied their stock; in her mind, her designs were superior. Since the launch, her sales had been steady, and her confidence was hitting an all-time high.

Liora stated firmly to the confused head dressmaker. “But ma’am, these are the latest designs from Paris..” “Bring pure white silk and the finest gold thread you have,” Liora cut her off. She pulled out a tablet and showed a sketch she had made herself a sketch of the Phoenix gown she had seen in her “visions.” “I’ll design it myself. “You just need to sew it according to my instructions.” From the upper floor, Mavric watched the interaction. He held a glass of black coffee, his eyes fixed on Liora as she commanded the dressmakers with full authority.

It was his dream realized, and Raya had been by his side through every step, helping with design choices, running errands when he was overwhelmed, and holding him through the stress-induced sleepless nights. But tonight wasn't just about the shop. It was about them. Her dress was a deep emerald green that made her eyes look like jewels and contrasted stunningly with the vibrant phoenix now fully healed and visible along her side. The dress was backless, cut low enough to showcase the tattoo in all its glory, the flames seeming to lick up toward her shoulder blade, the phoenix’s wings spread as if in flight. “You’re staring,” Tobi’s voice came from the doorway, warm and amused.

And what I see has my eyes going wide as I suck in air. “What? What is it? Is it a bad burn?” he asks, looking down and trying to see what I see. When he sees, he frowns. “What is that?” “Mutual submission, like I said,” Phoenix says. Ajax’s chest from his neck to his groin and across both arms to his elbows is covered in an image of a phoenix in flight. Her tail feathers even extend down his thighs on both sides. It’s as if she’s tattooed his entire body with her image.

" He cut her off. Phoenix huffed, looking away angrily. Seeing the bathroom door, she headed to it and entered, slamming the door close. Minutes later, she came out, tying a towel around her chest with frowning eyebrows. Seeing Axion was still on the bed, but this time around he was flipping through the pages of a book, she walked up to him. " What am I to wear? " She demanded. Axion, without sparing her a glance, pointed to the couch. On it was a pair of pajamas. Phoenix rolled her eyes and grabbed the cloth and was about to head back to the bathroom when,

I didn’t want to stand out, but I can’t refuse a Luna’s orders. It’s a while later and music is blaring in the garden that is decorated in dark blue, white, and silver. The birthday boy is wearing blue jeans with a white shirt that matches his father’s outfit. Phoenix is wearing a sky-blue party dress. I myself am wearing a shimmery white dress that Azura had purchased for me, but it’s got these tiny straps that make me scared they will snap. It’s sticking to me like a glove and the push-up strapless bra is making me indeed look like a hooker! I haven’t dared step out into the open, keeping myself busy and hidden away.

“Phee calm down dear we’ll figure this out.” “Mama, I don’t have not one decent thing that I can wear. Everything is either camo or leggings and tank tops.” She shrieked. “Hold on, mama has some stuff up her sleeves.” Phoenix frowned at the thought of wearing “mom clothes.” “Uhh no thanks mama, for real.” Her mom scoffed at her and went upstairs in a huff. Phoenix didn’t want to hurt her mother’s feelings, but she couldn’t imagine that she’d have anything in her closet that Phoenix would want or could wear. Boy was she wrong.

She had prepared for it but nothing could truly erase the sting of their words. Then, from the crowd, Isla Kensington stepped forward, a slow smirk curling her lips. Dressed in her usual designer perfection, Isla looked every bit the queen of the school, exuding confidence that made people flock to her. Her blue eyes gleamed with mockery as she crossed her arms. “Well, well, well,” Isla said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Look who decided to crawl back after being the biggest embarrassment of the year.” Seraphina didn’t flinch. She met Isla’s gaze, steady and unwavering.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.