Phoenix Princess Novels & Stories

He issued a command, and a few minutes later, the subject of their discussion was ushered into the room. The prince couldn’t hide the frown that formed at the sight of her scandalous outfit. How very inappropriate. Lord Damien seemed to think so too. Phoenix realized he hadn’t informed her caretakers that she was not a sexual pet—they had dressed her up as one. Though he had to admit, the view wasn’t entirely unpleasant. She walked forward like a cornered animal. Phoenix had been right about humans bruising easily. There were cuts and red marks on her skin—legs, arms—and her makeup did little to hide the harsh purple bruise on her left cheek. Phoenix made a mental note to visit that Host soo

The last woman, Arizona spoke up again, looking impatient. 'Alpha, we had found Phoenix about two months or so ago. She was beaten, bruised and battered. She was in a coma for two weeks and when she finally woke up, she had no memories of how she got the injuries or how she got to our borders - which was where I had found her. According to her, the last thing she remembered was her friend, Caleb, calling her to help cook for him to prepare for some guests. We compared the time frame of her last memory and the current time and concluded she had suffered some sort of trauma and had lost about eleven months worth of memories. We took her in and nursed her back to health. When she got better, sh

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.

Atticus said, nodding. Phoenix studied her intently before sighing. “You’re my PA and housekeeper. I only need a PA for out-of-the-country trips. Most of the time, you’ll be helping around the house. Got it?” “Yes, Sir.” Phoenix headed toward the stairs, his cane tapping rhythmically with each step. “And don’t call me Sir. Call me Phoenix,” he said over his shoulder. “Yes, Sir—Phoenix,” Atticus corrected herself. She bit her lip as Phoenix disappeared upstairs. Phoenix. The name felt familiar on her lips as if she had said it many times before, though she couldn’t recall when or why.

She held it toward her daughter with a satisfied curl of her lips. “To the fall of the High Realm’s most beloved princess,” she said, each word dripping with delight. Seraphine laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that cut the air. She clinked her glass against her mother’s, eyes bright with triumph. “To the beginning of our reign.” They drank. Seraphine sprawled back in her velvet chair, one leg draped over the other, her gown shimmering in soft shades of rose gold and cream. She looked breathtaking, radiant, victorious. The look of someone who finally believed the world had been set right beneath her feet.

Emilio came up next to him, but he never took her eyes off her. “Felipe, this is Lord Simon De Grace's party. He did this because this is his daughter's first season. She's the number one pick for Prince Louis. The girl you keep exchanging smiles with is her. " "Her name, Carlos. What is it?" "That is the Lady Amaya De Grace." "Amaya. Her name is as pretty as she is."

"I saw the announcement on the television. How are you holding up?" At that moment, the announcement came again. I found myself looking and listening. Sebastian was dressed in a suit of white with medals of excellence pinned to it. The princess was wearing a beautiful red dress that covered her feet. She and Sebastian held hands and smiled at the camera, their eyes met but Sebastian's were pain filled, and I knew that the wedding was, indeed, in two weeks time.

“I have never heard the like.” “They are in it together,” her sister stated, with a positively wicked grin. “Release me and you can take this one in my place.” “What’s in it for us?” “I will watch them. And when we reach land, you will be rewarded.” “How?” the oarsman asked. “Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.”

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!