Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Felix

“He’s also an architect and he is extremely gorgeous.” “I know what you’re thinking but you’re thinking wrong. I don’t care if he’s gorgeous or not.” “You’re so weird!” Joanna exclaimed. “Why wouldn’t you care if he’s hot or not?” “You must really think cause I’m gay I would automatically be a sucker for hot guys,” Felix shook his head. “I’m far from that.” “What?” “Don’t get me wrong,” Felix replied with a mischievous look on his face. “I like hot guys. I don’t just like over-emphasized hot guys.”

Felix was right behind her. "Felix Melena," he offered his hand to Elsa. She shook it then went back to showering. "I'm better than Cáel." Elsa gave him a quick sneer. "What gives you that idea?" she murmured. "Why don't you let me prove it," he turned to face her, giving Elsa the complete Felix Melena aesthetic. He was a centimeter, or two taller, I was maybe three kilograms heavier and we both lavished attention on our bodies. He was perhaps a bit longer, but narrower down there.

Just for a second. Felix leaned over to Jun and whispered, “Okay, listen. I’m a gay man with functioning eyes. I can appreciate art. And Han Min-jae is art. Terrifying, dangerous, likely-to-kill-you art, but art nonetheless. I see why you are weary of him, I would be too.” When he got no reply, he looked more closely and saw that Jun was also looking at Min and likely heard nothing of what he said. He adjusted back into his chair to continue observing Min.

Arsen now felt that he was smarter than Felix, because for matters like this, in fact he was more sensitive and realistic compared to his friend. Whereas in the past when they were still studying at the same university, besides standing out because of his good looks that could attract all women, Felix was also known as one of the smartest students until the man also became a teaching assistant at that time. However, this time the Felix he knew was nothing like the old Felix who could actually use his brain properly. “Felix, everyone knows that you never like children. You can be said to be allergic to getting close to small children, even if it's your own brother's child.”

No one knew that except herself. The moment Felix entered the studio, she scanned him with her eyes, and her stare was fixed on his pitch-black eyes. When she saw him, she could see the respect and admiration he had for her beauty. His eyes never wandered. Those pitch-black eyes always remained on her face, unlike most of the guys who just stare at her body from time to time with malicious intentions. From the beginning, Felix was conversing with Celia, Veronica, and herself while looking at their faces. She could see how surprised he was after witnessing such beauties. She could somewhat guess that Felix didn't seem like a guy who actually had any girlfriend.

Declan and Sebastian cheer behind us, clearly entertained that Liam is encountering that sort of feeling. Not long before we leave the room however, a tremendous structure fills the entryway. "Hello," he gestures at Liam, and afterward turns his look to me. "I'm Felix," he presents himself, without a grin. "I'm Isla," I note his comparability to Liam, their resemblance practically frightening. Felix is built, significantly more so than Liam, and strong. He is tall with earthy colored hair, his face a practically ideal duplicate of Liam. Nonetheless, a meager scar extends from his brow to his cheek, damaging his generally lovely face. Assuming Liam was the Sovereign of Light, Felix would sure

"Please try your best to make it here on time okay? I just want whatever they're doing right now to be shattered because Felix isn't a werewolf but beast and monster. Even though she knew that Werewolf are harsh and mercyful but she can't describe Felix as someone like that. Felix was a monster and a beast that kills and eat someone. Judging by the head which he had shown to them, she could tell that it was someone else child he Killed to do that so. ******** T b c

His eyes widened, his entire body stiffening as if he had just been struck by lightning. Upon seeing him standing there in complete silence, Yolanda teased, "What's wrong? Do you like this five-clawed dragon?" She was not surprised—if they were talking purely in monetary value, this was probably one of the cheaper items in Giveon's collection. However, in terms of artistry, it was one of the most captivating. Before she could say anything else, Felix spoke. His voice was calm, but there was an underlying intensity—like he was trying to contain something that was impossible to suppress. He said, "I love it. Can I have it?"

"Nowadays, some musicians think too highly of themselves because of their talent. I doubt anyone will receive a clearance ticket from him today." "What the hell, he is a judge, can't he be serious?" "The next participant is Jane Austen, an actor trying to sing, this will be a car crash." "Come on, Number One!" In the private room, Felix stared at his phone screen, observing the barrage, wishing he could teach those people a lesson. He suddenly stopped and looked at the TV, wanting to see the goddess more clearly. When Jane appeared in a white gown with long hair, she looked like a fairy who had descended from the forest. Felix was so overwhelmed by her beauty that he shouted and turned to th

“No need to concern yourself, Mr. Warren. I know how to handle chamber affairs.” Peter let out another dry laugh. “Good.” Meanwhile, Xena’s gaze had locked onto Felix’s face. For all the resentment and bitterness churning inside her, she still had to admit that Felix was the most striking man she had ever seen. The silver in his hair didn’t take away from him in the slightest. If anything, it gave him something no other man had, making the sharp lines of his face seem even more compelling. That kind of presence didn’t come from money or power alone. It came from something innate, something that seemed to rise naturally from who he was.