Phoenix Martinez Novels & Stories

The corner of his mouth twitches up in amusement as I continue, “My point is… whatever is going on, you have a whole team of people to help you. What do you need?” He breathes out, “I don’t know, Charlie. Things are getting worse with my mom and my sister.” Phoenix rarely talks about his family. The whole thing is messy and I suppose it’s always been that way for him. He wasn’t like me, Magnolia, or even Violet. He had a dad around his whole life that was a psychopath, a mom who had been kept as a prisoner and now struggles with… a lot, and a sister who has been stuck in the pack hospital ever since he almost killed her for going after Violet.

While gripping my pants, she inquired. "Almost. Do you want it spicier?" "Yeah, spicier and spicier." "Go get the utensils ready, I'll bring the pasta." "All OK, daddy." In years, I progressed from executive director to Mr Martinez's personal assistant. After starting as Mr Martinez's assistant, I treated him as if he were my little brother, and I soon learned about him and his family. Mr Martinez, like Yuyang, lacks a genuine family. Mr Martinez's phobia interfered with his business interactions. We began looking for someone Mr Martinez could feel comfortable with, but we couldn't even though we searched for that person for many years.

Phoenix burst out to talk to Manager Michael on the other line. "How? Who will substitute Lucifer? All the shortcomings of those three, I'm the one who shares. But NOT THIS TIME! Wait for me there." Michael's voice hinted at the frustration of the three friends. The two waited outside the house for a few minutes before seeing Manager Michael arrive. When he got out of his car, Azza and Phoenix accompanied him into the dorm. "Get out LUCIFER CUENCA!" It exclaimed and slammed Lucifer's door non -stop.

“So, Ben invited me because Abby asked him too? Oh, and what about that Martini?” A smirk curves up from his lips. I glare at him. “Was it also a setup?” “No, sweetheart. Brad doesn’t know anything, but Phoenix used to drink there every night, and then he eventually got tired, so he stopped. He made his own drinks and named it after you.” “It’s not flattering! It’s insulting!” I pout. My shoulder droop, feeling exhausted. “Is he sick?” “Emotionally unstable, yeah, but he’s not sick like sick.”

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

Dexter's words were tinged with seriousness. "I genuinely understand where you're coming from, I share the same sentiments. But we're not deities of the moon or sun, so we can't predict their intentions. You really think I'm keen on sharing my mate with your white arse?" Phoenix quipped, a playful grin lighting up his features as he reclines comfortably, busily tapping on his phone. Dexter's message came swiftly as he shot back, "Why on earth would I be eager to share my mate with your black ass? I'm not about to give you that pleasure!"

Now that he had been killed by Patrick Reynold’s hired goon, Phoenix Larson decided to submit to Patrick instead. Not only was it a huge disgrace to the Quinton family, it also brought shame to the entire Riverville City Alliance. Marcus stepped up and pointed a finger at Phoenix. “Phoenix Larson, you b*tch. What is the meaning of this? Hugo Quinton has only just died, and you have already submitted yourself to the enemy. D*mn you. Are you not ashamed of yourself?” Phoenix did not seem affected by Marcus’ words of anger at all. Twisting her sexy body, she began to flirt with her new beau. “Brother Patrick, look, he just yelled at me.”

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.