Phoenix Wright's Daughter Novels & Stories

Soon his touch calmed the flames until there were no more. “She is a purebred phoenix shifter born from my own clan. I will not defend her or list her abilities, that is for you to find out on your own. You should remember this though, you ever insinuate that my family is not good enough for the Establishment again, I will make sure you understand just how good we are. My daughter will go on her seventh birthday along with her Imani or you will receive no help from me.”

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!" "The only daughter?" I let out a short laugh and pushed open the door, but two bodyguards stepped forward and blocked me. They were men I had personally hired to protect Maeve. Now they stood against me, faces hard and hostile. "Miss, this is private property of the Meyer residence. Unauthorized people are not allowed inside," one of them said coldly. "Unauthorized people?" I glanced at him. "I am Aaron's lawful wife and Maeve's mother. You dare st

Claire stayed silent, as she crushed on her food. Lady Wendy continued, "I opposed it when your father insisted you should come leave with us. You should have just stayed In the orphanage. What good could come from an ugly and dense child like you. You’ve been living off the Del Rio family name. Now it's sorted - once you Leave Phoenix, I can finally relax. Only someone like Isadora, as beautiful as I am deserves to be called my daughter!."

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

"You get on the back of that bike one more time, we're gonna have a serious goddamn problem." Jason yanks his hands back like he's touched a hot stove hand that had been slowly migrating south. "Jesus," he mutters. "Is that your old man?" I exhale slowly. My father doesn't do driveway confrontations. He saves the volume for concert stages, not suburban cobblestone. "No. That's my uncle." Jason narrows his eyes up the driveway, then looks back at me. "Wait, doesn't he run that motorcycle shop over on Route 9? I think I actually bought my bike from him."

"Don't play mind games with me, Knox Wright. I started doing business before your bastard father knocked your mother up with you! I know to play better than any of you second-generation brats!" "I think your game is getting rusty these days then." Knox smiled, taking his phone from the desk when it pinged. He opened the notification and smiled. "You should check your phone." George breathed raggedly as he took his own phone out and opened it. His eyes widened at all the news article notifications he received. "You!" He looked up at Knox, hatred and rage in his eyes. "You pitted my own daughter against me?" "No, you are reaping what you sowed."

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say