Oc To Phoenix Novels & Stories

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

6 years later- Ethan sat in the chairman’s seat, barely listening as a new employee delivered a presentation about the advertisement for a newly launched women’s perfume. “Another concept we can use is ‘Love That Lasts Forever.’ We can show a married couple’s moments through different stages of their relationship, first date, wedding, honeymoon, first home and anniversary. The wife uses the perfume in each scene, representing how the scent becomes a part of their journey and memories together. Tagline - 'For a Love That Lasts Forever. A Scent to Remember Every Moment.’”

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?”

Phoenix said as she snatched the duvet off the bed. Lance came in with his eyes closed holding a cloche in one hand and a pitcher of something in the other. Behind him was an omega with another cloche and cups and plates on a tray. Phoenix threw part of the duvet over Gael, as she scoot closer to him to make sure they were covered. The omega set everything up and then left the room. Phoenix told Lance to turn around while she got up and grabbed once of Gael’s shirts and threw him some boxers. She walked up to the food not realizing how hungry she was. Lance turned around to see her decent and hugged her tight.

And what I see has my eyes going wide as I suck in air. “What? What is it? Is it a bad burn?” he asks, looking down and trying to see what I see. When he sees, he frowns. “What is that?” “Mutual submission, like I said,” Phoenix says. Ajax’s chest from his neck to his groin and across both arms to his elbows is covered in an image of a phoenix in flight. Her tail feathers even extend down his thighs on both sides. It’s as if she’s tattooed his entire body with her image.

I just kept walking, my legs moving on autopilot as tears streamed down my face. I needed to get away. From the hospital, from them, from everything. The staircase was right in front of me, and I climbed it without hesitation, one step at a time, until I reached the roof. The cold wind hit me as I stepped out onto the rooftop, but I barely noticed. All I could think about was the void below. The empty space that promised peace.

Oscar threatened and in that instant, red dots began to flash on both phoenix and his men. Phoenix balled his fists, knowing fully well that Oscar has his men stationed at every corner around. Oscar winked at Phoenix, then turned and left to the car. Phoenix grew entirely furious, boiling with rage as Oscar's car zoomed off. He never expected Oscar to show up and get back at him but one thing is for sure.... The battle line has been drawn!!!

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.

I keep my gaze forward and look through the dark, smoky windshield refusing to look back. The Valley of the Sun, as Phoenix and the surrounding cities are known, is a sprawling metropolis of black asphalt and mostly one- or two-story buildings. The high-rise, big city atmosphere can be found downtown and takes up about forty square blocks total. That's a pin in a map compared to the rest of the city. Gomez doesn't ask directions as he navigates the streets. We circumvent the inner city, and Gomez enters the freeway a few miles from Moon's home. I sit back and pull in a long slow breath of air.

"Sometimes, they're not quick enough. By then it's beyond our control to do anything. Subsequently, we end up losing that person." "I'm taking this has happened before?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer but nevertheless, I carried on, if it was regarding my life and wellbeing I had the right to hear all the gruesome details. He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." "These tests, how do they work?" "They strap you up to this piece of machinery called the Phoenix. You relive through every aspect of your life, all your memories from the start of your life to currently. I've been told everything going by in a flash but for you, all the memories weigh down on you, and the pressure from the machine, that