Phoenix Martinez 소설 & 이야기

"Why was the Phoenix spying on him?" Now someone had found out who he really was. He turned around and something caught his eye. He walked to it and saw it was a snow man, but what he saw written on it made him gasp in surprise. "The boy you saved close to the road, meet him and take care of him. I do not want anything to happen to mate" He read as he gasped in realisation. The Phoenix had asked him to take care of her mate which means she was in danger.

I watched him go, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. My focus returned to the hallway. As I turned, my gaze caught a small, vintage display cabinet set into the wall. Inside, catching the dim light, was a delicate, antique pendant. It was silver, intricately carved, but the detail that stopped my breath was a tiny, recurring motif on the clasp: the dark silhouette of a bird with outstretched wings. My hands started to shake. A phoenix.

My mark throbs violently, and I fight the urge to touch it. “In two days, I will be choosing my Luna.” A collective gasp ripples through the crowd, followed by hushed whispers of excitement. “But just so you all know,” Elijah continues, his voice growing softer yet somehow heavier, “my Luna is already here.” The murmurs grow louder, anticipation buzzing. “She’s not just my Luna,” he adds, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a possessive intensity that makes my breath hitch. “She’s my true mate.” Don't you dare.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

My voice was a bit shaky because I had an inkling of Xavier’s wrath, which made me scared for the poor guy’s life. "Go, ask your savior." He stood on his spot and let me barge in. I needed to know what Xavier had done to Martin. "Phoenix," my first step in, and Xavier greeted me with a smile on his face. Every time he sees me, he has these sweet tears in his eyes. In one of his hands, he had a sandwich, and in the other hand, he was holding a pen. While sitting across the table, he was going through some papers.

Then, he sat on a chair in front of an unoccupied table. I can see on his face that he is sad right now. So, I looked at him thoroughly without him knowing. I know he does not see me; I am sure he will leave if he does. Phoenix’s POV I am drinking a beer in a bar right now. I did not go to school earlier because I could not forget how we threw Mr. Reyes’ corpse in the river. I feel that I am the worst person in the world. A few minutes later, a woman came to me, “It seems to me you are alone and sad,” she said, so I irritably looked at her, and I looked at my beer.