Phoenix Independent Bookstores Novels & Stories

~Ginevra~ I wonder where Anabel always goes every day. She left me again today. I was bored. Phoenix couldn’t even lift my spirit today. At least, it can’t talk like humans do. I headed to Emiliano’s room. Phoenix followed me behind. I opened the door and walked to the shelf side. I picked the “Wandering Falcon” book to read. I have always been throwing away my face from the book since I told myself I was going to read it. I never found the chance to. Now boredom pushed me back to it. Phoenix wandered across the room. I was done in the room and headed out. Phoenix was standing close to the closet, sticking its head under it.

Phoenix muttered. They spent the next hour cleaning up the library and then reading together—not Pride and Prejudice, which was far too advanced for R, but one of his favorite books about dinosaurs and their modern-day descendants. R sat between Rhys and Phoenix on the couch, his small body warm and solid, his voice occasionally chiming in with facts he'd memorized about different species.

She stared at the empty space and the huge shelves of books. "What next, Phoenix?" she said, walking towards the bookshelves. "Walk to the thirteenth shelf on your right. You will find books on poison," Phoenix said, leading her to the shelf. "Good, pick the fourth book at the left side corner of the shelf," Aurora counted the books and grabbed the book. Boldly written on it was "The Potions for Poison." "How did you know that such a book exists here?" Aurora asked as she flipped through the pages.

Camellia smiled. “Phoenix doesn’t need belief. It just needs keepers.” *** Back in the Swiss Alps, Sophie and Alexander broke ground on the Phoenix Retreat. It wasn’t luxurious. A-frame wooden walls. Solar panels. Rainwater tanks. Inside: a fireproof archive room, a reflection library, and four beds for those on civic sabbatical. Sophie painted the words “Rest doesn’t mean retreat” across the first wall. Alexander asked, “Still want to run the world?” Sophie laughed. “Only if it walks.”

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

"Why was the Phoenix spying on him?" Now someone had found out who he really was. He turned around and something caught his eye. He walked to it and saw it was a snow man, but what he saw written on it made him gasp in surprise. "The boy you saved close to the road, meet him and take care of him. I do not want anything to happen to mate" He read as he gasped in realisation. The Phoenix had asked him to take care of her mate which means she was in danger.

Weeks had passed since the late night conversation when Sienna and Damon agreed on one thing that had once seemed impossible that they would build something new together. A company born not out of convenience, but out of choice. A company with a name that carried all the weight of their journey and the hope of their future: Phoenix Ventures.

“Alexander, Thank you for your help, and thank you for letting me stay at your place last night. I apologize if I did not wait for miss Annie. Let me know if I can aid you with something. PS I’ll return your clothes after I wash it. —Heather” I arranged anything that I may have touched in his house as a courtesy. Also, I washed the glass before I leave. — May 23rd 2023– I am looking forward to this day. I was invited to attend one of the exclusive parties of the elite writer’s society called “The Golden Phoenix Club”. It was rumoured that they established this club before the breakout of civil war in the 1800s. But of course rumours are just rumours. On their site, they established The club

The escort service Cartwright runs is in the older Encanto area of Phoenix known for its lower rent, shady dealings, and dead bodies. The location goes hand-in-hand with his workforce of women. They would probably do better standing on a street corner. He provides services for a less discerning clientele than what Elegant Escorts has. If you want to get laid cheaply by women with drug habits and missing teeth, Cartwright is your man.

Phoenix let out a sad sigh, bowing her head in defeat. " How am I going to reveal the truth to him if he won't even listen? " THE NEXT DAY Axion was at home, in his library going through the pages of a book. Phoenix left to see Glinda. She has been doing that a lot lately since Axion has been avoiding her like a plague. The truth of the matter was that Axion couldn't concentrate on the book he was reading as Phoenix kept popping up in his mind. He just couldn't stop thinking about what she told him about Melinoe possessing him and she saving him.