Phoenix Wright Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I sighed audibly and heard another cry of the phoenix. I guess this is the start of my journey.

"It's not fair! You've had everything handed to you since you were a child, living in luxury without a care, but what about me? Why can't I have the same?" Dad watched his outburst with a cold, unyielding gaze and said, "You have no right to speak of such things. Nothing you took belongs to you, and you have no right to demand forgiveness from anyone." He then turned to the police, ignoring Liam's complaints entirely. Liam's face went pale as panic washed over him. He turned to Erica, as if reaching for a last lifeline. After all, the Wrights and the Richmonds were of equal standing. If she chose to help him, he might still have a chance.

" What she didn't expect was that the fox she chose was a promiscuous beastfolk. While he looked gentle and caring in public, he was two-faced and selfish. He spent his days drifting through various brothels. He constantly had a new female companion by his side. He was also depraved enough to share Violette with his buddies, letting them have their fun with her. Meanwhile, while I was looking after the bird, I discovered that he was cold by nature but devoted as well. I used all the tricks I could think of to flirt with him and get him to fall in love with me. Once he fully recovered from his injuries, he finally accepted me. He told me he was Clarence Flarehart, King of the Phoenix clan, an

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

she said and my eyes widened and got excited. "Oh my God! Thank you!" I giggled happily and almost ran downstairs. I was just on the stairs when I heard the voice of my Mom and Dad talking. My grin widened, high as I went down the stairs and was about to go to the kitchen when I caught sight of Phoenix leaning against the jamb approaching the stairs who looked like he had been watching me before. He was wearing a plain white shirt with his dog tag on his neck, he was also wearing heeled pants and his green eyes looked cold.

“Malrik didn't have a queen but I need one?!” Nodding briskly he demanded that I give him my wrist after he saw the royal ring on my finger. “I will give you the ice bite and see if it will awaken your icy bloodline. Your mother was a demon fire wolf, but she wasn't of the Phoenix bloodline so nothing special,” he muttered cruelly as I offered my wrist. “He won't acknowledge Aria unless you can prove she's of Phoenix blood,” my Dire Wolf, Nyko growled sourly. After my grandfather's bite, I felt my veins burning and hissed at him telling me that I wasn't the new owner of the Ulfberht sword.

“I would have no reason to lie to you Miss Reign. There was something deep down that makes me question if Mrs Velt was inspired and threatened by the power you had over your own mind. So, she built a device to bend reality around people like you, to make you weaker and more susceptible.” Her frown deepened. “Cruel really, people with gifts like yours should not be locked away like worthless trash.” “So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?”

"New place, new people—I get it. But you'll snap if you don't hit something soon." The accuracy stung. I yanked my foot back. "I'm fine." A crash echoed from the kitchen—Andrew's laughter, Mom's playful shrieks about spilled wine. Phoenix and I flinched in unison. Jack's grip whitened around his phone. "Liar," Phoenix murmured. Damn him for being right. Got it! Here's the continuation, picking up right where you left off: Robyn POV I didn't answer Phoenix. Not because he was wrong, but because he saw too much. That was the problem with guys like him—people assumed cocky charm meant emotional stupidity, but Phoenix Wilder had always read between the lines. Sometimes better than I read myself.

I didn’t care if I cried. Phoenix pulled back at my words. His eyes were downcast with shame and wild with guilt. It confirmed what I already knew. He was just another hunter like the rest. Then Phoenix did the unexpected. He steeled himself. Then he took steps forward and closed the distance between us. I had to look up to meet his eyes as he got closer. “You are right. You are right Morning. We are monsters that should have remained in the dark. I’ve done things I regret. But I refuse to go out like that.

“I’m tired of you making jest of me at every opportunity you get. I’m tired of having to cope with your insulting words. I’m tired of dealing with everyone of you!” Lady Wendy laugh out. What an hypocritical statement! She thought. “Then leave if you’re so tired as you claim. You can’t right?. You’re scared you won’t be able to survive without the Del Rio family name right?” Lady Wendy smirked. “Of course you can’t!”she added. Phoenix scoffed and shook her head. “Of course not! I’ve made up my mind to leave! I can’t spend a second with you all in this house. You guys are so self-centered”