Phoenix Princess Novels & Stories

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

Kaze read her words loud and clear. Well, Everett’s art of gift-giving did not seem to apply to Phoenix. Phoenix cared more about the price tag than the thought behind the gift. Phoenix was a businesswoman. Given her position in Ridgesouth, she would have handled transactions worth tens of billions of dollars. Yet, she asked about the price of the gift without qualms. She was something else. Despite knowing the type of person Phoenix was, Darcy said, “We bought it off our friend, Madam Quint. It costs five hundred thousand dollars.”

someone is harmed our little phoenix and I wanted to know who, I wanted them to feel worse than what they did to her whatever it was, I placed her down gently into the bed and cover her up, watching the soft rise and fall as she breathes, I can't get over her beauty, how perfect she is. how she will fit in perfectly with us.If they accept her, I will treat her like the goddess she is, give her everything she wants in return for her compassion, in return for her love. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and turned to leave, the action harder than I would have thought, my dragon didn't want to be away from her, he was staring in my mind, marvelling in her.

His smirk irritated her and she turned to avoid him and kept on walking to her car. She knocked into a pulled out arm and turned around to see that annoying brat again. "You don’t know me, do you? Sorry for my rude behavior just now, beautiful ladies make my heart beat faster than my mouth. Am Kelvin Wood, the prince of Port city and you are Phoenix right, Ray’s side piece. Nice to finally meet you” giving out his hand for a handshake but he was completely ignored.

“I don’t need it, thank you.” “My babies are going into the biggest fight of their lives. They need to prepare, and so do you. You need a rational mind.” I am about to protest. But Caren flies off with Reed. I take the tablet and swallow it. I lay down and drifted off to sleep. I dream of Pati and Christina. Christina looks well and is wearing a blue dress. She strokes Pati. “Phoenix, you are a descendant of Selene. Your mate is a royal. You should only mark your mate with a goddess’s blessing.” She gives me a sly smile. “But two halves make a whole.” She pulls out two halves of a coin and places them together. A fire element on one and wind on the other. She placed them together. “What does

The identity Ragnar and Daniel fabricated for her was the secret inheritor of the Phoenix-a mysterious species who kept their distance from all other shifters' kingdoms. “But there will be someone from Phoenix sending the wedding gift. What shall we do with them?” Elena was uncertain about this bold plan. Daniel assured her with a shrewd grin, “No worries. One of my aunts is married to Phoenix. I told her about you and your parents. She agreed to our plan as long as we don’t boast about it and draw unnecessary attention.” “I will only let him know you are the princess of the phoenix and ask him to keep it a secret. He knew about my aunt and he will believe me,” Daniel added thoughtfully.

Her tone held a hint of sadness, as though mourning a forgotten friend. Smooth’s lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. He studied me closely, as if searching for signs of the Phoenix fire, as though the spark of an ancient legacy lay hidden in my soul, waiting for the right moment to emerge. “Except one,” Barbie continued, her voice carrying an old sorrow. “According to legend, the last Phoenix of royal blood, a Phoenix princess, stayed behind when her kin left. She lingered on Earth for a century, bound to her duty, before she vanished without a trace.”

She had taken him in payment for a debt owed by another Don to her and this was going to be the first time she rode him, it suited her sense of the irony to take him on after the meeting she had just faced down. The stallion was a stunning dark chestnut, and he stood more than sixteen hands, he had four white socks and a white star on his forehead, that was his name, Stella Bianca, [White Star], he pranced as the groom held his reins tossing his glorious long mane as he did so.

By sunset, only Adrian’s people remained. Adrian led her inside, his sharp gaze was all over her. The grand entrance boasted a massive chandelier, dripping with crystal, reflecting light across marble floors polished to perfection. A staircase curled up to the second floor, its golden railings gleaming under the dim lights. Art pieces hung on the walls. There was no doubt this was the home of someone who controlled everything within its walls. "Listen carefully, Seraphina," Adrian finally spoke, turning to face her. "There are rules you will follow if you intend to stay here. Break them, and we will have problems."

" A chill ran down my spine. Fear gripped my throat so tight I forgot how to breathe. "Josh, you're selling me out? "After all these years, with you being my best friend, you'd trade me for a stack of cash?" He backed away, shaking his head as he stammered, "D-don't give me that look... Ms. Emerson, the casino queen, is loaded–and she has a big thing for guys with your kind of birthmark. She'd wipe out any debt for a chance with one. "She's got her quirks, and you've got the mark. I figured–hey, maybe she'll dig you. You could end up living the high life as Mr. Emerson!"