Novel Midtown Phoenix Novels & Stories

" Julian nodded and kissed her quickly. Sienna slipped away from the crowd. She walked up the wide staircase, her heels clicking on the wooden steps, like the sound of her heartbeat. The noise from the party grew softer as she reached the second floor. The hallway felt cooler against her flushed skin. She pushed open the door to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. The room had low lights from a single lamp, perfect for recreating memories of sex. A large bed took up most of the space. Thick

Phoenix stopped in front of a door that was unfamiliar to her since it was not the same door of Phoenix’s bedroom. “This is my office.” Phoenix muttered as he opened the door and switched on the light, revealing a white and brown themed room. A wooden desk in front of an abstract painting, bookshelves filled with various books pushed against the white wall, two couches, a coffee table, and another round white table without anything on top of it, while one swivel chair was pushed under it.

Chapter 3: Let It Go Not sure enough credit is given to the serene city of Phoenix. I mean sure, it wasn't the richest city, but it wasn’t the poorest. It wasn't the most beautiful, but it wasn't the ugliest either. It was just... there, I guess. But at the same time, it felt so peaceful. So loud yet so quiet. So, exhilarating yet calming at the same time. It was during afternoon drives like this, one really appreciated the little things this peaceful city joyously gave, but from the look on Marcus's face, the city could burn down to its very last atom for all he cared.

All of you are part of my growing and learning process, and I have no words to express my gratitude for your presence in my life. That's why I decided to add a couple of bonus chapters for all of you that enjoyed this love story. One more chance to get engrossed with Elizabeth and Henry… And also, I wanted to introduce you to a new story that will soon be available on GoodNovel. 'Rise of the Phoenix' will be focused on Sarah as a character that never got too much attention but deserved it so very much since her life story is anything but usual. Stick around to find out what destiny has up her sleeve for Sarah.

The Phoenix nods, “There is. It would be what is called a half-shift. It would be better in an open space with not too much stuff around that can burn.” Eliza thinks for a moment then nods, “The airfield?” The Phoenix nods. “Okay, when we’re done here. Or maybe tomorrow. I’m exhausted, and so incredibly horny.” Sol coughs, she raises an eyebrow at him, “Do you have a problem over there, Grandpa?” Sol shakes his head and walks to the fireplace, resting a hand on the mantle, “And my Mates are out there, I can feel their hands in mine.” The Phoenix nods again,

"She's at Phoenix." I froze. "Phoenix? What's she doing there?" I dreaded to know the answer to that, knowing what the fuck happens in Phoenix. To others, it was just a bar, but it was more than that. It was a front for a sex club. Only the VIPs and the workers know about that. Though Lylah might not know about the second business, it would only take meeting the wrong person to break through her innocence. I started my car without waiting for his response, my blood boiling at the thought of other men touching what was mine.

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

When we’re both spent and Phoenix’s flames become burning embers flickering over both of our bodies, I collapse beside my mates and pull them against me. “We’re going to need to be careful about doing that in our new house, but we’re definitely going to do that again. Soon,” I say, making Emmi giggle. “Once we’re completely joined, we can mate in flight. It’s easier to hide my fire in the sky, even at night,” Phoenix says. “I really can’t wait for that,” I tell her. “Something to look forward to,” Phoenix says. I lean in and slowly kiss her again, taking my time until I feel Emmi start to fade with fatigue.

I wish Manuel was here to tell Papa off. "When you see him, I expect you to behave." Papa doesn't look at me. He stares out the window as Phoenix, Arizona, flashes past: squat, gray, squalid buildings, faux-Southwest style structures with stucco and cacti and lots of little pebbles, not at all like I remembered. This place was massive, mythic. It's been ten years since I was last in this city and back then I thought it was home. It was the only place I ever knew.

Philip Cynth “Are you sure you gave the letter to her?” Phoenix asked for the nth time. It had been several days since I’d last spoken to that bastard’s wife, and his impatience was starting to grate on my nerves. We were currently in a VIP bar hidden deep underground. Loud music pulsed through the air as naked women danced shamelessly in front of us, their bodies glistening under dim neon lights, practically begging to be showered with money. Besides Phoenix, dead bodies were piled carelessly against the wall.