Aesthetic Felix Novels & Stories

Georgina says, laughing softly like it's a secret the two of us share. "I think she'd look good in anything," Felix says. The words drop into the silence like a bomb. Everyone turns to look at him. Georgina's eyebrow arches and Donovan looks mildly surprised. I'm pretty sure I've stopped breathing. Felix doesn't look at anyone but me. "She doesn’t need a designer dress to be beautiful," he adds, voice calm and confident. "She already does."

" Be careful of your steps. We wouldn't want you to fall and break your neck. You need to return in one piece, but I have a feeling that will prove to be a difficult task. Mercedes scowled at him. " You don't like me very much, do you?" she asked with her arms folded and making her breasts rise higher. Felix's gaze fell upon her cleavage, but he quickly averted his eyes and looked in her eyes instead. " When did you figure that out?" he said sarcastically. Felix was having a strange reaction. It was happening to him for the first time, and he was trying really hard to fight it off, but it was difficult. What confused him was that it was supposed to happen with his name, but it was happening

Aiden warned, threateningly “Or I'd have to make you eat those words in a duel.” “Just leave him be.” Penelope glared at Felix with her eyes, full of contempt “It's not like I'm planning on basing my relationship on the words of an old, hostile wolf that the Gods never bothered to mate.” “That…” Felix blinked, surprised as if only then he had realized his own words and regretted them “I…”

“Just follow my lead, and we’ll get through this.” Isabella stepped inside, and her eyes widened. Felix’s apartment was immaculate, decorated in a minimalist style that exuded sophistication. Black leather sofas, glass coffee tables, and walls lined with bookshelves filled the space. Large windows offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Everything was in its place, clean and orderly. “Wow,” Isabella said, trying not to sound too impressed. “You really keep everything tidy.” Felix shrugged, placing his keys on a sleek side table. “I like things clean. It helps me think clearly. Besides, I don’t like anyone messing with my stuff.”

Felix could be likened with Adonis for his attractive features, from his dark hair with little curls down to his masculined torso; his broad set of shoulders, his muscled chest, and even the thickness of his muscular thighs. Not an inch of a spare flesh could be found on his body. His looks were quite exquisite, she was certain he'd stoled the hearts of many women and got them drooling at his feet. She had never seen a similitude of him, ever. Not even one that could be compared to his powerful aura which is both mysterious and dark.

"I'm well aware of my predicament." 'So arrogant,' Jamie swooned. "Then let me help you. Please. I'm good at this sort of thing." Jamie took a tentative step toward him, smiling with his gift of bandages raised in his hands. Felix wasn't beautiful or good looking in the traditional sense, but there was something interesting about his face. 'The shape of his eyes and lips,' Jamie thought dreamily. 'Oh, no no no, don't fall for him, you idiot!' "They think they've won," Felix said. "But they have no idea."

"I can’t feel the edges of your skin. It’s all... smooth." Félix didn't give me a lecture on persistence. He did the only thing a mortal man can do in a vacuum: he Committed. He used his teeth to bite his own lip—a violent, beautiful act of creating Texture. He took the drop of real, red blood and he smeared it across my forehead, then across his own. It was a jagged, messy disruption of the white-void. He kissed me with a desperate, metallic hunger—a kiss that was about the Inefficiency of the Flesh. > [Image: A biological diagram of the human sensory cortex, showing the neural firing triggered by localized pain and tactile contrast.]

The bell above the door jingled, and Felix walked in. He exuded confidence, his tailored blazer and sharp jawline making him look every bit the Alpha-to-be. His piercing eyes locked onto mine as he approached, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. “Alison,” he greeted, sliding into the seat across from me. “Felix,” I replied curtly. “Let’s cut to the chase. What do you want?” His smirk widened. “Can’t a man enjoy the company of his beautiful woman without an ulterior motives?”

“But, kidding aside. I love Chase’s idea. I want to settle down so bad, my entire being screams for it.” “Is it you screaming for it, or your penis?” “SHUT UP, Yael! Goddamn!” Felix whined. “Let a man finish!” “Say’s you to your sugar-mommy while she’s sucking you off in bed!” Chase screamed, he raised her left hand as if waiting for a mine, and I immediately reciprocate the gesture by slapping my hand against his. “Whatever!” Felix said, getting tired of all the teasing. “But seriously, guys… I hate this place. If only I could be reincarnated, I would rather be born as a female omega."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.