Phoenix Top Gun: Maverick Novels & Stories

But since then, I had learned that sharum also had fangs and right now, they looked deadly. With a scream, Phoebe tried to fight back but she was quickly incapacitated by a kick to her stomach and the threat of a gun. Three other soldiers cornered her and Wynona. Maverick kicked the gun out of the hands of the man closest to him and sprinted toward his fallen comrades. There was a loud popping sound and Maverick fell to the ground with a thud. He didn't move. The soldier who shot him had a distinguishing gray stripe through his black crew cut and he moved past the fallen body without looking back, barking out short staccato orders.

Period. When I first met Maverick during an auction, I thought he earned those muscles from going to the gym and working out just like most of the men here. I only get to know the truth when Chino told me about Maverick's way of things. Mr. Fuentebella is a daredevil. He does dangerous stuff for entertainment. He likes rock climbing, drag racing, off-road activities and the likes. I also heard he's into military trainings these days. No wonder he looks so fit and oh so yummy. "Do you need a tissue? Girl, you’re drooling," Chino teased me.

I smile, throwing my shoulders back. Three of them burst into fits of laughter, whilst Maddox stares at me with a strange look in his eyes, one I didn’t even want to decipher, I had boiled it down to either sex or murder, neither of which I would appreciate. I should have known they would find it hard to believe, their hadn’t been a Phoenix sighting in many years, the last one when I was only a child and I didn’t know to hide what I was. But I didn’t know if they knew about that.

His chest puffed up proudly as he reached back and opened the cabinet before pulling the bottle out and setting it in front of Maverick. “I know it's not the most expensive, but it's not the cheapest either. It's called Angel's Envy, and it's smooth!” Xavier stated proudly. His chest puffed up further when Maverick took another sip and exhaled in delight. “I have to say, I've had some expensive stuff, but I've never had this, and it's delicious!” Coal was almost jealous as he watched his family steal his best friend. He barely got to say a word to Maverick during the entire night. Between his Father, Pops, Dad, and the twins, Coal barely got a word in with Maverick.

Markeel clicked his tongue, mocking Phoenix. "Or maybe she is telling the truth. She will not tell anyone, I know," Paul fell soft when watching Phoenix. Pointing a gun in her direction was not easy for him. He had truly admired and loved her. How could he watch her die? "You are kidding me, right? She is a dumb, rich brat. The instant she is out of here, you better believe she is making those tiktock videos, talking about the murders, and raising her followers," Markeel shook his head at the idea of sparing her.

It doesn’t take me long to catch up to Father; I growl a little as I hear Maverick say. “Good evening Your Highness, Phoenix, I must say Phoenix I can now understand what and why you put up with that spoiled little princess for so long, I had the pleasure of taking her body to make me feel really good... And little miss Charlotte, now she was even better. She didn’t fight as much as our little Scarlett and it didn’t take much to make her submit to me, especially with threatening her unborn twins...”

I recognized him instantly. Adrian Montclair. He didn’t move, didn’t rush to stop me. He just stood there, exuding an air of calm authority that was both unnerving and oddly comforting. “What do you care?” I managed to say, my voice shaky. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a ghost. “I don’t. But you’re making a mess of my rooftop time, and I’m not in the mood to deal with it.” I blinked at him, his nonchalance throwing me off.

“You’ll be okay, bro. I promise you. You will enjoy New York and forget everything that happened back there. You will start a new life. A better life.” Hawk arranged a MedAir to take me when he found out I was injured during our final game. “Ready to see the real New York?” “Thank you for everything, brother.” “You’re my brother, Phoenix, and I will do everything for you. You should know that.

Maverick sure smelled me, though, because instead of responding to my dad, he walked to the iron bars and pressed himself against them, just so he could sneak a peek at me. “What are you doing? Stop that!” Dad scolded Maverick. “It’s just a first-degree burn; it’s all good.” Maverick said, and he moved back. “Right, Sir? You’ve burned me far worse than that.” Sir? Was he talking to my dad? Parker laughed from a cell a few rows down, “I will hurt everyone you care for. Your little soldiers, that mate of yours, anyone who’s shared your bed. I will make you watch, -“

Phoenix’s POV I did not shoot Mantus using Sebastian’s gun when SPO2 Patrick Smith repeatedly shot me on my body. “Stop it!” He screamed. I was not able to stand up because of what he did. After what happened, his tears started to fall, and he kneeled.