Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

She must have read those in the tabloid. “He was a playboy. I met him and Abby, his wife. He’s Phoenix and Hawk's cousin from his mother's side. His Mom is Williams.” “And what Phoenix is doing here if he is from a rich family?” “They have a home here in Ravenwood. He moved to New York when his parents divorced.” My phone rings. It’s Phoenix. I can’t help but smile. God, I missed him already. “Hey, just landed a few minutes ago. How’s your mom?”

I watched him go, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. My focus returned to the hallway. As I turned, my gaze caught a small, vintage display cabinet set into the wall. Inside, catching the dim light, was a delicate, antique pendant. It was silver, intricately carved, but the detail that stopped my breath was a tiny, recurring motif on the clasp: the dark silhouette of a bird with outstretched wings. My hands started to shake. A phoenix.

For once. Philippe nods in agreement. — Think quickly. Because if the Sanguinary shows up here, it won’t be to compliment her dress. Marco straightens up. — Well, I have a flight to Switzerland tonight. I’m going to oversee the club launch there. He looks at me. — And you? — I’m heading to the casino. Check the preparations. And then, I have some files to deal with. — Yeah, yeah. Just say you’re going to work out so you don’t explode.

Xue Yun also shared some melon seeds with her host. "Oh, isn't he the second male lead and the most enthusiastic pursuer of Fang Qingfei? He is surely one of the reasons that Fang Qingfei had connection to the underworld and her company smoothly entered the business industry without any kind of harm…..But now I have become his goddess, isn't the plot changing too quickly? Xue Yun, tell me truthfully, is this actually a low-level, F class world?" Yu Meng felt that she just came and didn't even do anything, yet the butterfly effect is so powerful that the people are already changing like this. So in her conclusion, she just feels the world is just too low-levelled.

Markeel clicked his tongue, mocking Phoenix. "Or maybe she is telling the truth. She will not tell anyone, I know," Paul fell soft when watching Phoenix. Pointing a gun in her direction was not easy for him. He had truly admired and loved her. How could he watch her die? "You are kidding me, right? She is a dumb, rich brat. The instant she is out of here, you better believe she is making those tiktock videos, talking about the murders, and raising her followers," Markeel shook his head at the idea of sparing her.

“Yes, I'm looking forward to it. he said humbly. Charlotte and Marco instantly became friends. He was her first friend at Harvard. All the while they fought across campus. Marco was always very friendly and approachable. Charlotte learned from her roommate, Johanna Chan, that Marco was very popular at Harvard. He was the president of the Student Council, editor-in-chief of Jornal Escolar, president of the Chess Team, and was the last winner of the Academic Decagon. He was something of a student prodigy and was sure to graduate with honors in Business Administration. Charlotte was very impressed by her friend's accomplishments. — Did you know that Marco's family owns Villa-Lobos Internacional

"Suho." "Lee." "Hyijun." "Luhan." "Yohan." The next 5 from Kingdom of Maharlika step forward. "Pablo." "Ken." "Josh." "Stelle." "Just." "Where is Maharlika located, Sunwoo?" he asked because it's familiar. "I don't have my map here, but they came many miles away here." I know it! If the Ancient Siam is the modern Thailand, then Maharlika is the Ancient Philippines! Awesome!

The room smelled of new polish, innovation, and quiet revolt. Beneath her boots was a world map carved into a slab of white marble — not divided by borders, but marked by truth. Camellia strode in, holding a tablet like a trophy. “Ten countries locked into Phase One of the Phoenix Civic Partnership model,” she announced. Rachel followed, flipping through a physical dossier. “South Africa, Denmark, Argentina, Morocco, Vietnam, and even Latvia. That’s a surprise.” Sophie nodded slowly, taking it all in. “We’re building a network the old world won’t know how to manipulate.”

"But I'm going to find out." --- That night, I dream. I'm standing in a field. The sky is dark. The air is cold. And she's there. The woman. The one from before. The veil. "You're still here," I say. "I'm always here," she says. "I'm always with you." "The mark is gone. Julian said I'm human now." "You are human," she says. "But you are also something more." "What?" "You are the Phoenix," she says. "The one who rises from the ashes. The one who breaks the cycle. The one who saves the world."

CHAPTER 50.2 EVELYN'S P.O.V Meanwhile, I glance at the door where that doctor left with a flat expression. Then I raised my head to look up at Phoenix who was grinning ear to ear as he gently caressed my hair. “Did you hear their words? They called you Mrs. Valcarcel. Besides, isn't Marvick a bit too common? You should change it to Valcarcel.” Phoenix shamelessly said while clicking his tongue as if he expressed his dissatisfaction.