Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

I just realized that the Trimarcos owns HEinRIch, a German shipping line providing shipping services across the Europe and Pacific, recorded as one of the world's biggest shipping line. Ni hindi ko nga alam na may port pala sila rito sa Pilipinas. Wala akong gaanong naintindihan sa mga pinag-usapan nila. All I understand is.. my family's ten hectares farm belongs to them. Rinig ko'y dahil daw iyon sa pagsangla ni Lolo nu'ng lupa sa mga Trimarco hindi pa man daw kami naisisilang. The Trimarcos kind enough to let us use the land for our own benefits for decades. But now they're taking it, giving us a time limit before they will finally dominate.

It amazed him though how Marco could get his hands on that piece of prized document in a moment's notice though, the man sure does have stronger connections than he'd first imagined. It was just as efficient as Jonas would have pulled it off, he'd give him that. This wasn't his field, pulling up physical evidence and materials and it made him feel kind of useless to their course. Fucking hand him a working system with a functional internet and he'll find you anything you can ever need. The internet is the world where he's a god but that hadn't been what they'd needed.... yet. A sturdy Latino guy they called Philippe strutted back into the room, his face fixed with no smile, a Cuban cigar smo

“His legitimate art collection serves as a front for stolen antiquities and a mechanism for moving untraceable funds. His ‘Maestro’ moniker in the art circles was his way of operating in plain sight, admired for his ‘taste’ while dealing in illicit goods.” The true scope of “The Architect’s” empire, and Marcus Thorne’s ultimate target, began to crystallize. “Operation Phoenix,” the global financial collapse, was not just a contingency plan; it was his ultimate safeguard, designed to protect his true identity and allow him to rebuild unimpeded. “He’s not just acquiring energy contracts to control ports,” Jason realized, his mind racing. “He’s acquiring them to destabilize global energy market

Finding none. “I made this decision on my own,” I continued. “For myself. And for my future. And I am not going back from it.” Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you dare, Marcellus… what you are going to do…” “I’m not asking,” I cut in, my voice low but absolute. “You will hold the ceremony. And you will do it like you always have when I am not around.” Silence snapped between us. “You will stand there,” I went on, “and you will do what you intended to do, without me. If the pack needs a performance, give them one. They will surely enjoy it knowing that the mother Luna is hosting it. And you can enjoy the party as you always do.”

And till today the reincarnation of the phoenix is still expected and the new born King as the prophecy foretold. "The End" "I wonder who the King would be" Little Jake wondered loudly as he looked at his mother. "Only time will tell my dear son. The true their is closer than you seem" She said as she smiled. PRESENT DAY He often wondered when the Phoenix would come and sometimes his mind goes off to the story of Marixona. For some reason he felt there is some connection between the two stories but the more he seemed to understand the more he became more confused. And now he could see the exact replica of the tattoo consisting of all his mother had described as the Phoenix. He held his head

I gave my pack a weak smile reassuring them I was fine now and stayed focused on our Alpha. "I know you are all wondering why were are here tonight as we, the Blue Moon pack, don't do many of these pack meetings. We are a peaceful small pack after all." The crowd cheered at our Alphas words. "But being so small we need alliances so we have agreed with the Midnight Warrior pack to help them with anything for their alliance as they are the largest Warrior pack in the world." I knew it!

I smile, throwing my shoulders back. Three of them burst into fits of laughter, whilst Maddox stares at me with a strange look in his eyes, one I didn’t even want to decipher, I had boiled it down to either sex or murder, neither of which I would appreciate. I should have known they would find it hard to believe, their hadn’t been a Phoenix sighting in many years, the last one when I was only a child and I didn’t know to hide what I was. But I didn’t know if they knew about that.

Hopefully Phoenix would be able to pay him later. I quietly giggled at the thought. I found out that Morning lost all of Phoenix's money to a scale earlier. Phoenix had took a long time to save all that money so it wasn’t like he was rolling in money. Carter would most likely have a ride awakening when he found out. The only options he would have then would be to accept a low pay or hand around more. And I wouldn’t mind him hanging around. I had never seen a jaguar shifter like him before and he was a very interesting person. I could understand why Oisin enjoyed finding new things now.

"Lyrica, can’t you just stay? Once I graduate, I’ll take care of you and your family. Please, don’t go." "Marco, we’ve talked about this. It’s not your responsibility," I said softly. "I know, but I’m willing to take it on. Just don’t leave," he pleaded. I sighed. "Let’s not argue about this again, Marco." "I’m sorry," he muttered, lowering his head. Trying to lighten the mood, I teased, "Hey, you’ll be working in Manila too. We’ll see each other there." "Would you consider letting me court you then?" Marco asked.

To plan. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Kat was so close. I could feel her. But I couldn’t reach her—not with the warehouse locked down like a damn prison. I needed more men. I pulled out my burner and dialed a number I hadn’t used in years. KC Marquez. Old friend. Old fire. Dangerous as hell. He had connections to the Riccis—loose, tangled, but real. He’d know how to move through their world without setting off alarms.