Phoenix Martinez の小説・ストーリー

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

Dexter's words were tinged with seriousness. "I genuinely understand where you're coming from, I share the same sentiments. But we're not deities of the moon or sun, so we can't predict their intentions. You really think I'm keen on sharing my mate with your white arse?" Phoenix quipped, a playful grin lighting up his features as he reclines comfortably, busily tapping on his phone. Dexter's message came swiftly as he shot back, "Why on earth would I be eager to share my mate with your black ass? I'm not about to give you that pleasure!"

Omarion stated, looking at Phoenix that was flashing her beautiful dentition brightly at him and he wondered if the lady was trying to advertise a toothpaste brand to him. She smiled too brightly. "I am really sorry to interrupt your busy schedule, Mr. Yandel and pardon my manners. My name is Phoenix Alec," Phoenix sayid, bringing her hand forth for a handshake, which Omarion shook briefly. "Omarion Yandel," Omarion introduced himself politely. "I know," Phoenix said and Omarion nodded, waiting for the lady to hit the nail on the head on why she was visiting him, but it seemed to him like she was taking her time.

Prince Zanders voice is cut off by another one. “Phoenix?”

The doctor walked in and handed Benson some paper and left after waving at Alita’s mother. “We are good to go,” He took two steps forward. “Can you walk,” He said taking her hand and pulling her up to stand. She hummed and then they try to move with him wrapping his hands around her shoulders to help her walk. “So, I have been thinking…Martinez…Which Martinez? Because you look familiar and I could swear I have seen you at a race standing by XM, the legend…” Benson asked looking downward at every step she placed in front of her. “I mean…what are the odds that you are the wife of Xavier Martinez, the daring…” A dreamy smile appeared on his face as he recollected some of the races he had watche

I never took risks, never did anything that could jeopardise everything I am doing to survive, I spent my time working and then going home to my small one bed apartment, and even at work I took no risks, accepting a job in a back office; where I would see no one and no one to see me. you may be wondering why I take no risks, why live on take out and microwave meals, it's because I can't afford to be found, my parents did everything they could to hide me. To keep me out of the place I know is out there, to keep me away from the supernatural. Not because I wasn't one of them, but because I was the last of my kind. the last phoenix shifter. Many believe my kind is lost and perhaps we are, my p

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.