Marco The Phoenix Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I had no one, all I got were those few minutes with Felix before I was sent back to my desk. My first job for the day happened to be filling a new folder for a new little, he came with Marco, the little trainer. Every little spend some time with Marco to make sure he get’s exactly what he needs, he got his ways with littles and he’s never wrong. They all say he have an eye for littles, he’ll know what you are even before you do, he’s a sexy one for sure, with his blond hair, grey eyes, soft beard, he’s a giant for sure, next to him I look like a petit person although I’m not for sure.

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.

She chuckled softly, “You’re stronger than you think, Nyra. A phoenix doesn’t need to be taught how to burn” A phoenix? She didn’t answer me anymore as the grand halls were opened. The grand ceremonial hall was packed with all high profiled people from all over the region. From council elders to pack nobles and allies representatives. Every important set of eyes in Blood Moon territory and packs under us was present. Perfect for a showdown but still I had no idea of what to do. Slow entrance music began playing as we took steps towards where the devil himself stood. Heads turned and gasps followed suit.

**DANTE** Marco was waiting in my apartment when I got back from Sofia's casino. He sat in my chair, drinking my whiskey, looking like he was deciding whether to kill me or just break a few bones. "You put your hands on a Santoro at a peace talk." He said it quietly. That's how I knew he was furious. Marco only got quiet when he was ready to do violence. "I saw the ring." "I don't care if you saw God himself. You don't sabotage years of planning because you can't control yourself." He stood up. "I should cut you loose right now."

Her scent grows stronger, so does the pain. How did she get this deep?. She is a human girl with a frail body that bruises from a careless shove. She should not have been able to walk this far without the first claiming her. A loud crash echoes ahead. Something is fighting, I sprint faster. Jaxon appears through the shadows as a blur of dark fur and flashing teeth. He is fighting something I cannot fully see. The shadows tear like cloth around him. Beside him something huge rises, its wings spread wide, Scales glint faintly.

I sighed audibly and heard another cry of the phoenix. I guess this is the start of my journey.

Marco pushed her hair aside and placed his chin on her shoulders closing his eyes and allowing his hot breath send shivers down her spine every time it hit the skin of her neck. The silence around them was enough and much more comfortable, for once in all his life Marco felt passionate about a girl he didn't even know. Thinking about it now, it's like all he knew about Mariana was her name and her skills at shooting but who exactly was Mariana? Who exactly was the girl that was starting to snatch his heart away from his grip? Maybe just maybe behind the facade of a broken girl, there might an Angel who is brighter than the darkness around her all she needed was a way out.

“So, Ben invited me because Abby asked him too? Oh, and what about that Martini?” A smirk curves up from his lips. I glare at him. “Was it also a setup?” “No, sweetheart. Brad doesn’t know anything, but Phoenix used to drink there every night, and then he eventually got tired, so he stopped. He made his own drinks and named it after you.” “It’s not flattering! It’s insulting!” I pout. My shoulder droop, feeling exhausted. “Is he sick?” “Emotionally unstable, yeah, but he’s not sick like sick.”