Phoenix Wright Take That Novels & Stories

He pressed his palms together after pointing at the paper in Phoenix's hand. Phoenix nodded. "Alright, I agree. Just kneel and call me 'dad' immediately after we're done with this round no matter if you win or not. Then you're free. You don't even need to pay." If Tyrion had the strength, he would have beaten this Phoenix to a pulp. What kind of Beta wolf was this? He sighed in defeat and took the paper from Phoenix, putting it in his pants back pocket.

“Your orders are simple, boys. Go break up their deal and cause some fucking mayhem.” “Fuck yeah,” Thade said, grinning. “Capture one alive, if you can,” Phoenix added. I felt a thrill rise up in my stomach. We were riding out into battle again, and this time we were going to get some fucking revenge. “Got it?” Phoenix asked. “Roger that, prez,” Wrench said. “Then go gear up.” Phoenix headed back into his office. I stood up and nodded at the others. They followed me through the back kitchen. I opened a small hatch in the floor and descended down some steps. I hit a switch on the wall and the light flickered on.

"Marcus is in the nursery. If they get past me... you know what to do." He lunged into the hallway, his movements a blur of desperate, self-destructive speed. Phoenix stood up, drawing her silver-alloy blades. Her heart was hammering a rhythm of war, the tinnitus in her ears now a deafening roar. "I'm not staying anywhere, Blackwood," she whispered to the shadows. She looked at her hand—the one that had almost reached for him. It was steady now. Cold. Ready to kill. "If they want the White Wolf," Phoenix hissed, her hazel eyes reflecting the first flickers of blue fire from the courtyard, "I'll show them the mother who raised him."

Debra's face twisted in fury, and her emotions spiraled out of control as her voice became shrill and desperate. "You've been pampered your whole life! You never needed to care about anything! But what about me? Why can't I have what you have?" Dad watched her outburst and said seriously, "You don't have the right to make demands. None of the things you've taken belong to you. You have no claim to forgiveness." He then turned to the police officers, signaling to proceed with the legal process. Debra's face grew even paler, and her eyes shifted to Isaiah as if grasping her last straw. The Jouberts were just as influential, and she knew that there might still be hope if Isaiah helped her.

Nia came into the room at that point and took notice of the guest—or to be exact, what she was wearing. “Oh my God, is that a LYNX shirt? How did you manage to get one? I heard they won’t be out until next month!” Anna looked down at her shirt and her face immediately brightened. She held the edge of the T-shirt proudly and did a little twirl. Nia clapped enthusiastically. Maya couldn’t for the life of her see anything special about the plain T-shirt with the word “LYNX” plastered in ugly fonts at the front. “I freaking know, right? I had to fight tooth and nail for this. You are a fan of Dae-Soon too, right?”

Through a silence as deep as the night, the pool of wax that I will have become it will cool down taking away with it all the shadows that its light had brought into this world." “Shawn Grayson, you really are a fucking bastard!” he said to himself with all the anger he felt at that moment. “You are just a damned coward and a hypocrite! You used Jennifer's story to crush every single woman that you found on your road, without feeling the slightest remorse. You don’t deserve Belle! And if by some divine intervention, she’ll forgive you, you’ll have to spend every single second of your damned life making her the happiest woman in the world!”

"You owe me, Brandon ... take back or I'll leave you!" I would like to believe that this is possible. Moon Goddess ... can I get my rejection back? Please... I take a deep breath, look up to the sky and hopefully say: "I alpha Brandon Taylor take back my rejection and accept you Elle Parker as my mate, as my luna, as anything you want to be in my life. I TAKE IT BACK!" Then I fall to my knees crying. I feel a huge pain in my chest that seems to suffocate me, I lie down on the ground and close my eyes feeling how I slowly start to faint but not before hearing just like in a dream a warm and tender voice.

“Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!” “Agreed,” Lee chimed in. “And make it eat all you can, too!” “Don’t forget dance-all-you-can!” Tom added with a smirk. Phoenix sighed, his tone flat. “I’ll just pay Sean for his services. I’m not up for any ‘all-you-can’ nonsense.” “What about kiss-all-you-can with Atticus? You’re not into that either?” Andrei teased. Annoyed, Phoenix ended the Skype call and immediately dialed Sean’s number.

"The problem was never Angelina. The problem was you. Your selfishness, your betrayal, your lies." "What about Leo? You really don't miss him?" It was his last trump card. "He needs to learn to grow up," I said, no longer bound by his chains. "Loving someone doesn't mean enabling their mistakes. Leo needs to learn right from wrong. And you, clearly, are not a good teacher." The color drained from Dante's face, but I gave him no more chances and drove away. A year later, in the spring, I graduated and officially took over all of the Wright family's East Coast operations.

I knew opening my phone would just show me more of his betrayal, but I couldn't stop looking. It was like I needed this pain to finally let go. The next second, the taxi screeched to a halt. My body lurched forward. The seatbelt dug into my stomach, sending a sharp pain through me. Black sedans boxed us in. Men in dark suits got out. On their chests was the silver snake crest of the Serpente family. The leader rapped the window with the butt of his pistol. His eyes scanned me like I was cargo. "Elena Moretti," he grunted. "You're coming with us."