Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

Being a bigot, Markus tried getting out of the argument by bringing in Phoenix’s feelings, which he didn’t consider until now. “So now she will be in pain? Not when you all were calling her indecent or responsible for her own death? Tell me exactly how did she piss off the Moon Goddess?” Zion had tears resting on the corner of his eyes as he demanded the ones present in his sight to tell him on which basis they were deeming Phoenix a crook?

Marco says, lips curling into a knowing smirk. I don’t rise to it. There are bigger problems. The Golden Phoenix is getting sloppy and loud. I tried diplomacy. I tried deals. I tried patience. None of it worked. “Tell Rocco to hit their warehouses at the Dockside,” I say. “I want everything burned.” Marco’s face drains of color. His jaw drops. “All of it?” “Did I hesitate?” “That’s at least half a million in blow.”

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.

Yep, Yu Meng now currently is in the body of pitiful cannon fodder Fang Ying. “So what is Fang Ying’s wish?” Yu Meng casually asked. Fang Ying’s wishes: [1. Destroy Fang Qingfei’s and Jing Baixuan’s life.] [2. Make Jing Baixuan’s Business Empire bankrupt.] [3. Live a happy life.] “Tsk, so this is a counterattack mission. Actually, Fang Ying is just a simple girl, who never really harmed anyone in anyways but fate really didn’t support her.

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.

Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve. A man walks towards me with a swagger. Christ. I hope to hell I don’t walk like that. I see him lick his lips as he looks back towards the bar. I glance over to see what he’s preying on - Fiona. Can’t say I’m shocked. I’m aware my bed isn’t the only one she's been in. While I know she isn’t mine and it's just a hookup, I don’t like the way he is eyeing her. Something about him just seems sleazy. He refocuses on me and extends a hand “Alpha Zac, it's a pleasure to be here and joining your pack”. “We are glad you’re here…..” I eyed him questioningly.