Phoenix Martinez Novels & Stories

Luna begged her twin sister. Mara shook her head and opened her palm "I was injured while fighting him. They will follow us no matter what we do running. So run away Luna. At least one of us will survive. "This is not the time for that! We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood.

His tears fell, and his voice quivered when loud sobs goes out of his mouth nonstop. The whole Jade Pavilion was filled by the sound, of the Weeping Phoenix. *** An: what do you think of RM to be the next MINISTER OF THE IMPERIAL ACADEMY OF MEDICINE? Sounds good yeah? 🥰😚😉

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

He would be crazy to want to be called Daddy by a foreign woman. Right then, the room opened. A middle-aged man dressed in a suit walked in with a bottle of red wine. “It’s a great honor to have you here, Miss Zendaya. I am the manager of Phoenix Restaurant, Leo Adams. I would like to present you with a bottle of 1982’s Lafite. Please accept this gift,” he said to Zendaya. After that, he turned to look at Cheryl Coney and Miranda. They were both very beautiful women. His smile widened.

Austin knew something was gonna come of this scenario. He took a deep breath and wondered if she was looking. She knew the kind of person Felix was. A control freak. Martinez was all alone. Damien joined him at the bar. "Weird to see you here. I heard you're Lorenzo's twin," Damien spoke. Martinez nodded. "Why are you out here all alone? No baby?" He asked. Martinez took a sip from his drink. "Not really, you got one for me?" He asked. Damien chuckled.

"But I'm going to find out." --- That night, I dream. I'm standing in a field. The sky is dark. The air is cold. And she's there. The woman. The one from before. The veil. "You're still here," I say. "I'm always here," she says. "I'm always with you." "The mark is gone. Julian said I'm human now." "You are human," she says. "But you are also something more." "What?" "You are the Phoenix," she says. "The one who rises from the ashes. The one who breaks the cycle. The one who saves the world."

Omarion stated, looking at Phoenix that was flashing her beautiful dentition brightly at him and he wondered if the lady was trying to advertise a toothpaste brand to him. She smiled too brightly. "I am really sorry to interrupt your busy schedule, Mr. Yandel and pardon my manners. My name is Phoenix Alec," Phoenix sayid, bringing her hand forth for a handshake, which Omarion shook briefly. "Omarion Yandel," Omarion introduced himself politely. "I know," Phoenix said and Omarion nodded, waiting for the lady to hit the nail on the head on why she was visiting him, but it seemed to him like she was taking her time.

Although the pressure that Phoenix gave is different from his original body since this Phoenix was acting like a butler who was warm and kind, his original body was the one who was merciless, indifferent, cold, and dangerous. Although they are the same person, Caleb could still stand behind Phoenix who was acting like a butler, rather than their original body because he couldn't even look up at Mr. Valcarcel who was sitting in the wheelchair, and the pressure was so immense that he could hardly breathe as he dares to get close.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

The old, grumpy bartender finally spoke up, and I found out he was missing a couple tooth. Martinez shrugged casually, before getting on a barstool. I followed suit, not really sure of what to do, other than letting me eyes wander our surrounding. "I'm not a big fan of rules." Martinez said, smiling at the bartender, who slowly shifted his gaze to me. "I know you." He smirked, and I couldn't begin to describe the instant chill I felt in that moment. "...Del Ponte's little slut." My eyes slowly zeroed in on a particular tattoo on his neck. It literally read "Big Joe", but this man was nowhere near big in size. He was probably the most scrawny person I've ever come across.