Phoenix Martinez の小説・ストーリー

because . ‘Finally, you begin to understand why I don’t like to waste time. I don’t want to lose him either. Just because he’s our mate, it doesn’t mean that someone else can’t claim him and become his rider. If that happens, he will be forced to their will. If they’re afraid of us and don’t want him around us, he will have to comply with his rider’s wishes. His rider could choose for him to never see us again and there is nothing that we could do about it,’ Phoenix says in my mind.

Rambo said, his voice low and even. The Phoenix gestured to Matteo, one of his loyal soldiers. "Get me some whiskey!" Matteo bowed slightly and left to do as he was told. He returned with a decanter of fine whiskey and two glasses. "Will that be all, Don?" Matteo asked, pouring a generous amount into each glass. The Phoenix nodded, taking a glass from Matteo. "That's all, Matteo. You may leave." Matteo bowed and retreated, closing the door behind him.

"What's up? Any news?" "Yes there is," he answered. "Two actually." "Let me hear it." "Well the first is good news. Martinez has relocated to Australia for some ten year business he was with a company there. I got information that he no longer runs the affairs of the company here and he has transferred all his rights to someone else. So that means that you no longer have to worry about him bugging you." That was really not news I was excited for at the moment, but it was good news regardless. That asshole had been getting on my nerves.

"I can just be. For today. Just be here. Just be home. Just be Phoenix instead of nexus or Council member or anything else. Just be me." "Just be you," I agreed. "That's all you ever needed to be. All you ever should have been. Just Phoenix. Just our son. Just yourself." Phoenix ate breakfast. Surrounded by family. Surrounded by love. Surrounded by home. He was twenty-one. He'd made mistakes. He'd learned hard lessons. He'd lost five years. But he was home. He was safe. He was loved. And that was enough. That was everything. That was starting point for whatever came next.

But then I heard myself answering her question. "Phoenix is a mythological creature. It emerged as a new and stronger bird from something that has been destroyed. That was me. A long time ago. I died and rose from my own ashes." I stood up and got a slice of pizza. "Wow." I heard Mamba say. "I'll just take a bath." I said and left them. I could still hear the jolly voice of Mamba, asking the same question to Sphinx. I shook my head. She doesn't seem to be tired from our boxing session.

Phoenix was really furious with Frank's interference this time and snapped at her entourage, "Go bring me the branch manager! Let me shoot this brat if I have the Martial Alliance's recommendation!" "Kid!" The old man with a missing front tooth was left flinching, seeing that Frank was messing with Phoenix again. "Why do you have to keep protesting with the lady? She's already taking a step back. Can't you turn a blind eye here?" "No, that won't do," Frank replied, shaking his head. "There are plenty of Zamri martial artists queuing up properly, but someone who doesn't have the Martial Alliance's recommendation is here, throwing her weight around by abusing her connections. It upsets me to s

"Sometimes, they're not quick enough. By then it's beyond our control to do anything. Subsequently, we end up losing that person." "I'm taking this has happened before?" I knew I wouldn't like the answer but nevertheless, I carried on, if it was regarding my life and wellbeing I had the right to hear all the gruesome details. He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." "These tests, how do they work?" "They strap you up to this piece of machinery called the Phoenix. You relive through every aspect of your life, all your memories from the start of your life to currently. I've been told everything going by in a flash but for you, all the memories weigh down on you, and the pressure from the machine, that

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.