Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

Marco clenched his fist suddenly, but he didn't have a say this time. He nodded his head instead and turned to leave. He was the one responsible for this after all. His fiance was none other than Miracle Gonzalo, the only mafia princess of the Gonzalo Mafia Family. She was doted on and loved by everyone for her multiple skills in doing lots of things. Mimi, as everyone called her, and Marco had grown up together and when they came of age, they eventually agreed to get married. Marco had even called for an engagement party for them before she left Italy to complete her studies abroad.

"The Third Lord planted something in you. A seed of himself. Even severed, it's growing." "That's not possible—" "Everything is possible when you're dealing with the original phoenixes." Alaric waved his hand, and shadows formed into shapes. A map. "Marcus Phoenix — or the thing wearing him — is heading to the Convergence Point. The place where all territories meet. There's a ritual site there, older than the territories themselves." "What kind of ritual?" Amaya asked. "The kind that turns a hundred Shadow Walkers into empty vessels all at once." Alaric's expression was grim. "He's going to possess an entire army."

For many years, Desmond controlled Lawrence. Flavio’s heart shook, and he didn’t know what to think. Desmond rarely appeared at the company. "Do you know why it’s called Phoenix Tower Corporation?" Esteban asked. "Because I am Desmond Montecillo, the man of the world. I will always rise from the ashes. Phoenix, a symbol of renewal and rebirth." Flavio was so scared that he didn’t know what to say. His forehead was sweating. He couldn’t believe that when Desmond left the mansion at twelve years old, he was already supporting himself.

"And what was that? Who was that Phoenix that the girl said?" Then it took me, the heir of the Phoenix Corporation, to be named Phoenix. I'm not sure since I only see him on the news sometimes. "No way, are you the heir of the Phoenix Corporation?" I asked. Wow, and here I was thinking they were a mafia group or something. The Phoenix Corporation is the top leading corporation in the Philippines. I had heard that the CEO of the corporation was an Australian, Mr. Arthur Hill who migrated to the country and settled down with his Filipina wife.

Cecilia asked, her heart thumping, as her patience was already running out. “Yes mom, but he sent two of his men to represent him, as he couldn't come because of some health issues.” “Well, that's a lie son. Marco is in Manila, he hosted a fashion auction and exhibition with Morgan in Quezon City. My friends sent me the photos.” “No way! This can't be true. Mom, send the photos to me.” Xavier said, his breath getting heavy as his heart began to pound. He turned around to sight Marco's men, but they were gone.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

She almost wanted him to say the words magically delicious. "Fuck you, leprechaun." Marco presented his middle finger. "I'm Felix." The blond held out his hand toward Fiona. "Hi." "So, what kind of trouble are you in?" Felix turned toward Marco. "I'm sorry-who are you?" Fiona glanced between the two new men. "I work with them," Marco replied. "Ghost is here." "Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost?" Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scowled. Unlike the other two, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His arms flexed and the thick, dark tattoos seemed to dance down his arms.

He thought their company was safe. "That's right," Freya said, nodding. They have entered the mansion and now they are looking for a parking space. "What is papa asking you to do? Can I help you? I'm sure, we are not here just for fun." Freya looked at the vast land of the Marcuses in wonder. Their house was huge and she became even more impressed with the Marcus family when she found out that they had a lot of properties. She no longer wonders why the Marcus family tops the list of the richest families not only in the Philippines but also in the whole of Asia.

"I can’t believe I missed you two idiots bickering this much." "You didn’t miss us," Phoenix said brightly. "You missed the entertainment we provide for free." "You’re not wrong," Gerard admitted with a smirk. "So," Christopher said, stretching lazily in his chair. "What about you, Phoenix? What have you been doing besides getting kicked out of various countries?" Phoenix grinned, "I resent that. I have not been kicked out of all the countries. Some of them invite me back just to make sure I leave again." The boys chuckled, and Phoenix launched into a wildly animated story about "accidentally" crashing a yacht party in Santorini and being mistaken for a tech billionaire's girlfriend.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”