Phoenix Wright's Daughter Novels & Stories

My only comfort is watching the consistent rise and fall of her stomach as she takes slow breaths. 'At least she's alive. There is nothing more we can do than simply be here for her right now' Knox tries to reason with me. I know he's talking sense but every part of my human side is screaming that this is my fault, I should have taken her straight home. "What happened?" Mac's voice draws my attention, as professional as ever although the hurt of seeing his daughter like this was evident in his eyes. I know he's technically her uncle but you can see the bond between them, it's undeniable that he is as much her dad as Alpha Nico.

I gritted out trying to reign my anger, making my father raise an eyebrow. "Go on?" He said. "He has abused his half daughter." I let out in a very angry tone. Clenching my fists to try and control my anger. "Half daughter?" He asked with furrowed brows. Right, I forgot that no one knew about that. "Yes, half daughter. Lady Nyx is his half daughter. And he has been whipping her. Her back is so scared from it. It is Horrendous.*" I let out more anger than I had intended. My father raised his eyebrows in understanding.

The duke gestured for Sera to stand beside him and the young lady followed. “This is my daughter, Seraphina Alexandria von Fiore. I know everyone knows her already because she had been training her for the last few days and right now, I am giving her the authority to choose the knight that would serve and protect her all her life.” The duke looked at the knights below them. “My daughter would soon be one of the knights but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t need anyone to protect her. So I will say this once and for all, will you promise to protect and serve the young lady of the Fiore Household?”

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

His eyes linger, searching my features as though he’s trying to place a memory that’s just out of reach. “Uncle Victor,” I say quietly. His brow furrows. “You don’t recognize me… do you?” Silence stretches between us. “It’s Phoenix.” I hold his gaze. “Phoenix Veyl.” He doesn’t move. He just stares at me. Then, almost under his breath— “Daniel’s daughter.”

Phoenix’s sweet angelic voice comes out clear and calm as she speaks to her father, making everyone step back further, afraid of her. “No, Gongju, you don’t want to do this, killing someone isn’t easy ever,” Benjamin begs his daughter to stop, she smiles at him before turning to focus her attention on Valery in front of her. “Raven, do something!” Benjamin yells at me, making me step forward and Phoenix to look back at me, I notice her eyes glowing brighter.

"I know, right? Isn't Violet Wright supposed to be the daughter of the richest family in town? Why is she making such a big fuss over a simple gown? She's so petty!" "Hah! She thinks she can do anything she wants just because she's the Wrights' daughter. Just you wait. Once Jerome Wright, Roxanne's second love interest, shows up, she'll be forced to get on her knees and grovel! "A daughter is nowhere near as important as the son who will inherit the family fortune! Violet, the evil side character, won't be getting her way. She should just hurry up and die!"

She bent closer to look at it and was about to question Oya about it when Oya pulled her up with a look of urgency. “We must go. I feel the presence of another god.” She took hold of her daughter’s hand and faded out of the room with one last glance at Phoenix who slept peacefully. ******************* Phoenix’s earliest memories as a child were the arms of her mother, hugging her tightly against her breasts while looking down at her with both love and hopelessness and the face of her father barking unintelligible words at her mother. She remembered the sounds of crying at night while she shared a thin straw bed with her mother at night, she remembered the wet cheeks of her mother against her

“I can’t give you much more time.” Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. Daughter of Leo Arizona, the most powerful man in the world. You’d have to be living under a rock or be some boring investment banker to not know who she is. She’s the king's daughter, and the most powerful player in the game. One day she’ll be queen, but not until he hands over the crown.

He glanced once at Phoenix and saw her looking at him. "I haven't killed him yet, if that's why you are looking at me Phoenix but soon enough I will. I don't make empty promises." he told Phoenix. "The daughter of your friend, Adaoh, spoiled a bit of my plan but it's never too late." he added.