Black Cat Felicia Hardy Novels & Stories

I smiled. “Forget about dinner.” He waved one hand down. “She’s here.” “Who?” I tried to look through the entrance. “Felicia. She’s here. She just dropped by the house an hour ago and she didn’t even mention that she was going to come but you know her.” He said. “Yeah,” I replied and then turned away. Grayham had mentioned Felicia. She was his bossy maternal aunt who showed up at the house whenever she wished. Felicia works in finance for a renowned corporate agency so she’s a big shot. Grayham says the best thing to do whenever she comes over is to ignore her.

Carl and the Andersons were humiliated at my celebratory party. I put a large portion of my shares in Anderson Enterprise up for sale, and a wealthy woman from Westmoore snatched them up at twice their market value. A year later, I heard that the Andersons were just barely staying afloat. Plenty of wealthy women came to me to ask about Carl, but in the end, it was one named Mona Carter who got him. I heard that Mona took Carl back to her place and had her fun with him. She kept him in bed for a week and dried him out.

she exclaimed before bursting into laughter. Felicia turned her head when she heard footsteps and the sound of running feet. "Madam!" Felicia closed her eyes when she saw a large group of black-clad individuals chasing after her. "Madam!" In Felicia's mind, she needed to escape from them before they caught her. She approached the ravine. She paused when she saw how high it was, almost making her vomit from the dizziness. A wide smile formed on her face when she saw something white in the distance. "Is that a boat?"

Why are they getting happy about him, the one who randomly kills people like them just to get the power? “They wished and dreamed of being his mate Every year and tonight is another joyful day for them. Poor them!” I heard Felicia's voice from my left side. I turned to see her. She was looking like a flower bud in her rose-pink dress. “Oh! Maybe someone might be lucky tonight!” I muttered sarcastically. Felicia raised her brow at me with a smirk. “Exactly!” I rolled my eyes as I looked ahead and my breath stuck in my throat seeing the sight in front of my eyes.

But I've never had to capture an escaped person of this particular type. A girl. An omega. Omegas are believed to be timid, submissive, and polite. They don't survive long in our world if they aren't. Elsa Woods—or Cherry, if that's truly her name—is, as far as I can tell, exactly what an omega should be. Submissive, docile, having lamblike manners. So why was she escaping? Why is she being treated like a criminal, furthermore?

Isadora's nonchalant expression didn't change by this news but somewhere at the back of her mind, she acknowledged the fact that such type of daily punishment is just too cruel. "Thankfully, Sienna relieves him most of the time, but it's only temporary, lasting at most, half a day," Felicity spoke, sullen look. Isadora's eye twitched. For some reason, she was bothered about that. "What of you Felicity, how did you get associated with the black saints?" She inquired. "I don't wish to speak about that," For the first time Felicity spoke so coldly to Isadora, "Let's just say I owe Vincent my life."

"Why isn't she obeying me?" "What's her name?" he asked. "Her name?" "Give her a name! She's a female," Edwin growled. "Kate! You'll be called Kate. Please, Kate. Save Felicia." The all-white cat started running on the mountain walls, and just as the branch broke, and Felicia fell into the void, the cat transformed into a giant feline and managed to catch Felicia in the air. She clung to its neck, and the giant creature climbed with her to the top of the mountain.

The air, thick with a metallic smell and unspoken tension. “Are you hurt?” Felicia asked, breaking the silence. I swallowed hard, unable to speak. “Lesson number one: kill or be killed,” she stated flatly, wiping her blood stained hands with the nearest towel. She sat on the bed leisurely, crossing her legs as if she hadn’t just murdered a person. I should be grateful for her help because if she hadn’t come, I would have been the one laying lifelessly on the floor. But the amusement in her eyes when she ripped out the heart, sent a shiver down my spine.

I managed to organize for a crib to be set up, too. Once all the arrangements were made, I started telling my Bella about what we were going to be doing for the girls. I definitely scored some brownie points there because she then asked me to come closer to her and put her arms around my neck, pulled me down, and kissed me. She said that I was God sent and SUPER AWESOME! I was no longer in the dog box, I was now ‘Super Awesome’, YES! I am going to work hard to maintain her current opinion of me. Careful not to let it slip about our estate, I explained to her why we had to remain the anonymous owners of the orphanage. It’s truly a strange world we live in. The rich are always in the limelight

I knew of Josh. I knew Josh was a shifter but didn’t exactly know what his animal truly was. If the C^ierna was anything to go by then I would have to assume that we were looking at a black bear, black panther, or possibly any sort of large animal. But the word pride suggested that of a feline persuasion. My wolf Flynn loved cats, by that I mean he loves to play with them and eat them. When Salena first moved in she had brought her little tabby cat with her. During a rather tiresome night, Flynn had forced a shift in the packhorse and ended up chasing the poor tabby all over the house. The cat climbed the curtain and was later found on top of the book shelf in the library. Flynn is now no lo