Phoenix Martinez Novels & Stories

He just laughs and returns to his program. I make a few more notes on my phone, including his typical schedule and the sponsor family he is staying with…hmm, he’s staying with Liz and Fiona’s parents? I know neither of them still lives at home, but I'm surprised that Liz hadn’t mentioned anything about it. Liz had a strong aversion to people she didn't know around her family. Her mate was killed by a rogue right in front of her when they were on patrol. The only good thing was that they had just found each other so the mate bond wasn't so strong that she lost the plot after it. “And done, ghost tracer is active and recording. I’m going to head home, seeing what happened to Isla made me miss

If it works on other people, it’ll most definitely not work on me. Xavier took his time to sip his whiskey. “It’s actually refreshing to know that you’ve gotten yourself involved with someone that you know nothing about apart from his ruthless trait which is being rumored.” “Are you saying Martinez isn’t as ruthless as he claims to be?” Xavier blinked at me without responding. “Careful what you say about Martinez. You shouldn’t forget the fact that his wife is sitting before you.”

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake

I still don’t know who she is in this household. “ Is he kinder than Santino? My brother committed a crime I am not aware of, and I just want to go home. I don’t want to be involved in this war I know nothing about.” I lie easily, it’s as easy as stealing. To be a thief like me, you also have to be a great liar. “ Maximo is worse, the kind one is Santino. He can help you better than Maximo. Maximo is the crazy one, the deadly one. If you want to stay alive, stay clear of that one.”

“He’s not going to help you. I own everyone I want. You’re mine now. You agreed to marry me. That’s a verbal contract.” The stupid giant ruffle on my dress didn’t do much except amplify every breath I took. But the closer he got, the more my heart raced, and my breaths quickened… and oh, damn, my panties were soaked. Every time I thought I had my feelings under control, that I had pushed away the parts of me that wanted to be a girl and wanted love, this idiot found a way to break through. “Gelo Smith, Beta of the Dark Midnight Pack. We’ll revisit this ownership thing later. But about this proposal? I agreed under false pretenses. No dead guy, no marriage.”

Althea remains by my side throughout the whole process, alternating between chatting with both Bailey and I, and touching me either by running her fingers through my hair or just whispering her words of encouragement into my ears, the pride and certainty obvious in her voice steadying me even more. By the time it’s done, they both help me to sit up then Bailey wheels a kind of mirror towards me— one that brings my nape into view. I catch the reflection of my tattoo, and my breath hitches. The phoenix is perfect—every feather, every line meticulously inked into my skin with the bold yet subtle touches of reds and oranges to depict the flames clinging to the wings of the legendary creature. A

Xavier went silent for a while, his words hanging heavily in the air. Pamela creased her eyebrows upon hearing Xavier's words, “If not the company, why did you demand my presence?” She inquired, looking all confused. “Who is Mathew Martinez and how do you know him?” Xavier finally paused the question, his voice cold that it sent a shiver down my spine.

Rambo said, his voice low and even. The Phoenix gestured to Matteo, one of his loyal soldiers. "Get me some whiskey!" Matteo bowed slightly and left to do as he was told. He returned with a decanter of fine whiskey and two glasses. "Will that be all, Don?" Matteo asked, pouring a generous amount into each glass. The Phoenix nodded, taking a glass from Matteo. "That's all, Matteo. You may leave." Matteo bowed and retreated, closing the door behind him.

"What's up? Any news?" "Yes there is," he answered. "Two actually." "Let me hear it." "Well the first is good news. Martinez has relocated to Australia for some ten year business he was with a company there. I got information that he no longer runs the affairs of the company here and he has transferred all his rights to someone else. So that means that you no longer have to worry about him bugging you." That was really not news I was excited for at the moment, but it was good news regardless. That asshole had been getting on my nerves.

She said…I didn’t even held the qualification to wash her clothes for her…. And I had congenital heart disease after all, I was even feebler than a new born baby. She took away my medicine for me and I died from an heart attack. That’s why I feel very sad and depressed when being abandoned… That’s why I feel very disappointed in those people who betrays me… If I can’t live freely, what’s the use of living… So, I decided that I will live myself properly…even if it means destroying the worlds. I will destroy those beasts into thousand pieces who betrayed me and those who abandoned me...” Yu Meng said, her face filled with determination and undisguised resentment flashed through her phoenix-nar