Phoenix Drop High Novels & Stories

That kick served as a base for Maggie to launch herself into the air again without hitting the ground. Phoenix stumbled back slightly stunned. Then she grinned crazily. “Every time I think you will turn out to be yet another disappointment you turn around and surprise me!” she laughed. “You have not taken me for granted, Maggie. I’ll return the favor!” Phoenix launched into the air over Maggie and clasped her hands in front of her, she brought her hands down on Maggie’s head, nearly cracking her skull. Just as Maggie was hitting the ground, Phoenix appeared beneath her and kicked her back into the 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

Adonis As I hurried down the corridor, I spotted Phoenix. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his face looked tense. He flinched when he saw me coming, quickly pressing himself against the wall to give me space to pass. “Oh, Phoenix! Have you seen Zion? Damn it! Is he causing trouble?” My words tumbled out, laced with panic. I’d just seen a small packet of white powder in Zion's room, and there was no way I could tell Hayden; he’d just report it to Coach.

"Just made sure she knew she was loved." "What did you tell her?" "That broken hearts are proof we're brave enough to risk them. And that Jin was an idiot." *Week 36—There's something happening here. Phoenixes are disappearing from the Academy. Three so far. The administration says they transferred, but no one believes it. Everyone's scared. I'm coming home for Rose's birthday. I need to see you all.* But she didn't make it home for Rose's birthday. The letter that came instead changed everything:

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

Then just as I think he has changed his mind I feel his fingers open me up and his other hand thrusts inside me hard and deep, balling into a fist, filling me beyond what should be possible. “Drop her legs and come see this” Trax pumps his fist inside me, each thrust grows the pressure at my centre until it feels like I’m about burst. Phoenix lowers my legs and moves out from under me replacing his body with several fluffy pillows. The mattress dips as he moves lower and my legs are pushed wider apart to make room for both of them.

Chance stood near the window looking at Phoenix driving towards the headquarter's gate. "He's happy, at least he leaves.. because he wants to be happy." Chance said and I could see Phoenix stopped his car right at the gate. The gate was already open and I know he was hesitating. "Are you going to take all of his things out?" Chance asked and I nodded. "I will." Phoenix Sterling I stopped my car right at the gate of the headquarters. My heart was heavy knowing the thoughts that I will leave everything for good. I found myself couldn't drive out from the headquarters knowing that I won't come back here again.

I am starting to worry it is developing into an obsession at this point. I quickly dress, when I’m done, I call for Nate to come back. While I wait for him, I go to my bed and sink into it. Phoenix lets out a small sound and flails her hand around, looking for something. When her hand lands on a pillow, she picks it up and places it over her head. She does all of this without opening her eyes.

I look at her, at her small face, at her big eyes, at the innocence she's somehow managed to hold onto despite everything. "Losing you," I say. "Losing any of you." She squeezes my hand. "You won't," she says. "You're the Phoenix. You always come back." --- We reach the surface at dawn. The sun is rising, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink and orange, and I stop, I can't help it, I stop and stare because it's beautiful, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I almost forgot what beauty looked like.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.