Black Cat Felicia Hardy Novelas e Histórias

Dabria's eyes welled up hearing her mother's words. The soft smile on her face reminded Dabria of their relationship in the past. When Evangeline was like a best friend to Dabria. And she only shared her secrets with her mother. "Felicia, I am Evangeline Cerberus. The former Mistress of the Cerberus territory. And right now, I am your healer. I assure you, you will not feel anything when I insert this needle in your vein. I want you to close your eyes and count backwards from ninety to thirty one. Can you do that for me?" Evangeline instructed Felicia then asked her a question. Felicia nodded her head and closed her eyes. As Evangeline asked, Felicia started counting. Within a few seconds, E

“What are you doing, Mom? Call the meeting off, I told you I have things handled.” "By following her around? Please. I won't be surprised if she's opening her legs for you again and whispering vile nonsense into your ears between orgasms. She is a snake, and the best way to kill a serpent is to cut its head off.” Felicia declared triumphantly, pushing to her feet. Felicia stood regal, her grey hair framing her face. For someone who had been in the hospital, she looked good. “Put your mother on a leash,” Silver warned Burke. His face hardened at her words.

Well she too bows without reluctance. "A human?"Althamus growls in displeasure. The old hag can't keep his rotten tongue in control. "Yes ,I am a human."Felicity replies with confidence dripping from her expressions as she hold her head high with pride. I smirk inwardly seeing the pissed off look on his face. "We heard you're a half demon too?"Pericules,one of the elders asks her. Didn't I tell them before? I rub her lower back to boost up her courage but I doubt she needs my consolation.

Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results. Clement " Just listen to the mad scientist. Just because your little super human experiment worked, doesn't mean you can defend your Frankenstein. She may be the best and effective asset we've ever had but look at the mess she's made both in the past and present. She's an unpredictable killing machine, you can never know when she's going to snap. Remember the time when we hired therapist to help

"He says he needs an heir, which I guess makes me the problem. I can't have pups." I checked the date. It was months ago. I hadn't opened the diary after that day. I sat at my desk, hesitated, then picked up the pen. By the time I finished the last line, dusk had already settled beyond the window. The silver in my body flared, and the pain nearly pulled me under. Acting on instinct, I used what little strength I had left to call Eric. There was no answer. Sweat-soaked and shaking, I curled on the floor as my wolf let out a mourning howl and then went still. Right before the world went black, I managed a bitter smile.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

After two hours of eerie stillness, she abruptly rose, retrieving a fruit knife from her handbag. Without a moment's hesitation, she brought the blade to her own neck and slashed it open. A torrent of blood erupted from Felicia's wound, drenching her hands and upper body in crimson. Remarkably, she displayed no signs of pain. Instead, her expression seemed almost euphoric as she tilted her head back, crying out, "Zach, Zach…" She called desperately for Zach, her voice growing weaker with each repetition. Gradually, her voice faltered, her breaths shallow, until finally, her delicate features paled, and her body slumped to the ground, lifeless.

I grabbed the moment and my muscles tightened like a spring. But Felicia was faster than I expected. She had always been a survivor, a hunter in expensive clothing. She shouted like a wild cat protecting her kill, grabbing her phone with desperate fingers. A thin line of blood traced down her palm where the concrete had cut into her skin. Still, she did not stop. She could not stop, not when she held all the cards. She ran towards the edge of the parking lot where a sleek black car waited like a getaway vehicle from a crime movie.

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.