Phoenix Wright's Daughter Novels & Stories

Her hair whipped in the wind, eyes chasms of green. Katharine. Julian, Mikaela and Caspian took a step back, watching my daughter unleash her powers in a brutal display. Sadness stung my nose and throat. With a flick of her wrist, Katharine sent more debris tumbling to the lawn, crushing the flowers we had grown together below. That wasn't my daughter. That was the purest form of magic there was. Power in its truest form. I turned towards my mates. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," I spoke to Julian. "I am sorry that I have been utterly stubborn since the day you met me. But she is my daughter. My only flesh and blood. If I give up on her, there will be no one left in her corner."

"Shut up, Ace. Not in front of my daughter." "Go to hell, Phoenix. We are still mad at you for hiding this beautiful lady boss from us." "Whatever, Ace." "Quiet. Behave." I shook my head at what I heard, then smiled when I saw Lory’s daughter staring at my child. Until now, I still cannot fully believe that Lory already has a daughter, and that she is only two years older than my quadruplets. The girl was beautiful and tall for her age, only five years old. Serious, just like her father Phoenix, but her fair skin, naturally rosy lips, and siren-like eyes came entirely from Lory. Her eyes were stunning, touched by her heritage.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

I heard my father chuckle. "Son, this isn't the time to joke," he replied. "Father, I am not joking. Kiaria Wright, the adopted daughter of Winston and Sakura Wright, is the biological daughter of the High Priestess. The locket among her belongings when she was left in the care of the Wright's proves her birthright." I expected my father to say something right away, but there was a long pause.

I'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

How my day started out great with Phoenix and spending time with her, to this, is beyond me, but I guess crazy things have happened in this place, if the story of the tryst and multiple orgasms in public is anything to go by. “That is not possible,” the doctor’s words pull me from my train of thoughts and I raise a quizzical brow. “Why do you say that?” “Only a person from royal blood has the power to contain a wolf with dark powers.” The wheels in my head start turning at the possibilities. Phoenix’s parents did say she was found, what are the chances? “Did Queen Athena have any other children than the two that died at birth?” she didn’t have any successors which now that I think of it seem

Phoenix steps forward and places his hand on Victor's shoulder, and says, “Hold your head up high, young male. Finding your mate is one of the best things to happen to any of us. Now just one thing…” “Dad…” River moves, stepping slightly between but in front of Victor as she faces her father. Phoenix just smiles at his daughter and says, “Relax River. I know Victor will never hurt you and will be a good mate, however, that doesn’t mean that I can’t cut off his c….” “DAD!!”

Sophia Phoenix, heiress of the Phoenix family—one of the wealthiest families in the country—sat like a queen in her swivel chair inside the expansive conference room. Her beautifully pink-painted fingernails repeatedly brushed the soft strands of her luscious ebony black hair as she eyed the door nervously. Philip Phoenix, her husband, a business magnate and owner of Phoenix, the most valuable car company in the world, sat beside her. She and Philip had been together for twenty-four years, the same age their daughter would be if she were still alive.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

“As for our daughter, I doubt that you would believe that we would be leaving her be.” “You would be because you have to. She has to fight this battle on her own and make her own choices when it comes. The issue would not rely on her carrying the blood if she is not chosen to be the phoenix. I doubt that your father knew that you were the phoenix, the one born with the hatchling. Considering that you have an obnoxious twin, I believe that he might have thought that he was the one to be chosen. He knew that it wasn’t Elijah, the man wouldn’t have ‘died’ as easily in his eyes if he was.”