One Piece Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

The coffee abruptly becomes sour in my throat, and I feel my stomach turn. "Cut the city in half?" I say it again, hardly raising my voice above a whisper. "That's Marco, that's too much. We are unable to provide them with that. He stretches his fingers through his hair and exhales deeply in frustration. "I understand. However, we require their assistance. We will never be able to defeat Gianni without them. I examine him, looking for any hint of uncertainty or weakness in his commitment. Marco, however, remains steadfast, his eyes steely and unforgiving. I'm afraid that he has already made up his mind.

I cry. Marco comes over. “What is it?” “I’m such an idiot. I dropped my phone!” I lament. “Damien will get you a new one.” He shrugs. “Looks like that one’s toast.” “Are you sure?” I ask anxiously. “I want to be able to take the call if McKenzy reaches out.” Marco leans over a bit further, frowning at the phone fragments below. “I really don’t think—” I kick him as hard as I can in the back of the knee, and his leg buckles. He lets out a surprised grunt and reaches for me, but I’m too fast.

I was tempted to say. “You sure like taking people surprised.” His eyes sparkled in the fading light, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. “If it pleases you, I don't give a fuck about anyone else.” Marco pulled me in for a lingering kiss. My ruthless Mafia lord. “Do you want to ride on it? I brought it for you.” Marco leads me over to where the horse was standing quietly. I ran my fingers over its soft furs, my fingers swiftly slide through its furs was ease. The texture is nothing like seen before.

“You’re aware of his fate, aren’t you?” Marco Czeslaw, Sanguine’s alpha whose mate was from the other side of our world. I remember that time just before Laxon Academy’s graduation and before I left Claveria, a battle on the eastern oceans has erupted. If I recall it precisely, Sanguine and Nightwindewereas leading it.

Matthew's POV To say I was surprised would be a huge understatement, I was completely baffled. The weak little runt turns out to be a phoenix, one of the most powerful supernaturals in the world. I regret rejecting her, I mean common, who wouldn't want to have a mate who could just burn your enemies for you? I decided to go to her room and get her back. She used to be the weakest link in the pack, I must have to give her one of my signature smirks that gets all the girls swooning, her following her nature will make her fall for me in an instant.

What matters is why you're here. I closed my eyes and tried to focus; flashbacks of Maverick being taken came to mind. "Maverick! He's been taken!" I gasped. "Sì, coniglietto. Allora cosa vuoi da me?" Yes, bunny. So what do you want from me? I closed my eyes once more and focused. "I need your help going against the Cobras. I know I can't do it alone, and I won't let Damian ruin his life to protect me."

My place in Ralph’s world is torn between two groups of people—those who appreciate me jumping in the line of fire to save Ralph because I love him, and those who despise me for jumping in the line of fire to make Ralph think that I love him. Today, I realised that I’m meeting the second group of people. And man… there’s a huge bunch of them. Today, I started to think in detail of the million ways they had thought of to kill me—just as how things were between Ralph and his brothers. I felt a squeeze of my hand and jolted back in front of Marco, a tall, lanky guy in a bespoke suit by Zenzo—one of the ten most expensive luxury brands in the world—with crafty eyes that meant no harm, wavy hair

“Kill me now.” Marco chuckled, lying down beside her. “Sorry, princess. Not your type.” Aurora rolled onto her side, facing him, her smile bittersweet now. “Then why do you still hang out with me? Everyone thinks you’re into me.” Marco’s smile softened. “Because you’re the only person here who sees me as more than just a D’Angelo.” Aurora swallowed, her throat tightening. “And because,” Marco added playfully, nudging her with his shoulder, “I’ve got your back, Aurora Blackwood. No matter how messy things get.”

“What did I say about playing games, Freddie?” He wipes his fingers on a napkin and reclines, his expression sharpening. “Let’s say I agree to do what you’ve asked me, yeah?” He interlaces his fingers. “What do I get in return?” “This isn’t the trade market.” “It is—to me and to my men.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping. “So… what have you got to give?” I stay silent. He takes that as permission to continue. “What Marco did was a tip of the iceberg. You don’t know him like I do. But I can tell you one thing—” he leans in, breath brushing the space between us, “Marco is ruthless. Devil incarnate.”

"For the picture with Marco. I know I was being silly. It was my first time seeing a fight like that in real life. I usually only see them in action movies. So when Marco and your men fought, I was mesmerized. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to capture the moment." Alexandro didn't answer. "And I'm also sorry for never asking you to take a picture with me. I didn't know you wanted to." "His own husband was never asked for a picture," he said. "Marco isn't another man. He's your assistant. He's loyal to you. He..." "He's still a man," he said. I was silent. He was right. Marco was indeed a man. A handsome, firm, loyal man who had just saved my life. But that didn't mean anything to me. To me