Phoebe Thundermans Novels & Stories

Curious looks are thrown at me but I don't care. Nothing of human nature applies to Battista Cattaneo, AKA Ash Thunder. If Grant is a human, then Ash is a god, a hurricane, his nature unpredictable, the totality of his being as beautiful as it is understated, perilous, and unrelenting. A brave man who never fears the fire, never fears death. I craved the wills of the tempest when I sought him out but I didn't know the extent of the storm I was getting myself into as at the time.

Phoebe stared at the door in disbelief. Was she in some kind of dream? Did he just ask her to abort her child? Just to prove to him that she wasn’t working together with Trevor? He must be out of his mind. She thought as she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom for a quick leak. But on returning, her mind diverted to the woman whom Adam had mentioned. She wasn't clueless as to who she was as the way Lucas's face changed on hearing her name said it all. Phoebe was grateful to his ex for coming at the right time and stealing his attention, as she had no idea what he would have done next if he hadn't been interrupted.

My boyfriend, Leon Burton, who worked in the research institute in Aetheris, had discovered an asteroid. When it was time to give it a name, he said he wanted to name it "Phoebe". Phoebe Jones. That was the name of his first love. I broke down in tears over it in the corner of the room. I had left my family to follow him to Aetheris, taking care of his every need. And yet… Heartbroken, I called my mother. "Mom, I've decided to marry Nathan. I'm leaving Aetheris."

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Then, he stepped in front of Rosalyn. The young woman glanced at him, then snorted dismissively. "It's none of your business. I'm not here for you." "I'm Rosalyn. And you are?" "I'm Travis' fiancee, Phoebe Thompson—the future young madam of the Lowes." Phoebe lifted her chin slightly as she introduced herself with a trace of hostility in her voice. Seeing the provocation, Rosalyn immediately understood that Phoebe was here to stake her claim, and she almost laughed.

he frowned wondering where her brain had gone to. "Where is the girl?!" She grilled. The girl that was supposed to take everything she had worked so hard to get, the girl that surfaced out of nowhere. How come she never found out. Phoebe was her best friend, they did and shared everything like blood sisters. Could it be that Phoebe and Raylan were one step ahead of her before they finally met their unexpected boom? Mr. Eddard shrugged. "Since you already know Phoebe has a daughter, then you should be scared, she would bite you in the neck"

I decided to keep my nightmare to myself as I tried to meet her smile the best I could. Phoebe is a beautiful blond with a shape that can make a priest wet. Compared to my pale skin, Phoebe is slightly tan, and she always carries a vibrant smile on her face. But beneath that smile is a lady who is always out for revenge anytime someone hurts her or her loved ones. “So, what is the first step” I asked as I sat on one of the sofas in her office while she sits across from me. “Firstly, you need to know exactly where he works. You know The Pearce has a lot of subsidiaries in all business niches.”

It was with shocked amazement that they looked on as the defence attorney called Phoebe to the witness box. She took her oath. 'Can you tell us what your name is?' 'I am Phoebe Walkman'. 'What do you do for a living?' 'I own a store where I sell designer clothes'. 'We hat is your clientele like?' 'They are women from the upper class in the society'. 'You mean you don't sell used clothes or clothes for the middle or lower classes?'

I add, closing my laptop and placing it on the nightstand. “Well, Phoebe called me to check in and see if we are settling in all right. She is pissed we never warned her about visiting Haven Trail first,” Lance says with a chuckle, shaking his head. “If the pack could only see the shy and quiet Phoebe they all thought they could bully back then, they would realize that she is one spitfire who kept a low profile as your guard,” he continues, flopping back onto my bed and sighing.