Black Cat Felicia Hardy Novels & Stories

Felicia didn't know that her thoughts were visible on her face, and she couldn't hide it from Lionel, who dealt with greedy men in the company every day. "Call." Felicia blinked in confusion. "Call your friend now and refuse it." "You can use the excuse of bringing up my name." With her head drooping, Felicia made Lionel realize that his tone of voice was too loud. He, an Alpha, shouldn't talk to an Omega this way, so he took the initiative to be a little softer. Felicia bowed her head and moved her head as if she agreed. She dialed Sister Amanda's phone number and explained that Lionel had a sudden job to complete and had to work overtime, so she first transferred the money to Sister Amanda

"I have contacts who might know more about the Sparrow's recent movements." Mendoza nodded approvingly. "This is exactly why the triad approach works. Detective Blackwood's supernatural senses, Detective O'Connor's human investigative techniques, and Mr. Thornwood's connections in the supernatural community." "We'll need access to the body," Casie said, slipping easily into case-planning mode despite the surreal circumstances. "And the crime scene." "Already arranged," Mendoza confirmed. "Dr. Helena Vasquez at the morgue is one of us—a dhampir with exceptional forensic abilities. She's expecting you within the hour."

she leaned closer, sniffing subtly, “your scent has shifted.” “Really?” I sniffed myself, swallowed hard and shook my head. “Maybe it’s just from being around Reign too much,” I muttered, half joking. But Felicia didn’t laugh. She just kept looking at me, as if she knew something I didn’t.Her eyes narrowed. “No, Kat… this is different. And your moods…” “Enough!” I roared. Felicia stumbled back, her wolf whimpering inside her, the sound breaking out through her throat and her body lowered instinctively.

She picked up the documents and began reading. McKay stood there and said, “After Felicia escaped, she was terrified of being captured by us, so she sought refuge in the home of a man who used to be her boss in the underworld. She used his money to undergo plastic surgery. However, I don’t know how that former boss of hers found out about her wrongdoing towards the Young Master, but he immediately kicked her out. Felicia was amid plastic surgery, and she hadn’t fully recovered when she was evicted. That’s why her face now looks so peculiar; she couldn’t complete her recovery.” “…”

She said and I nodded, my eyes shifting between my friends "I don't mean to remind you of the past ma'am, I...," "You can call me Felicia," She said and I nodded, tilting my neck slightly "Felicia, I don't mean to remind you of your past. But when your husband passed away, was there something unusual, it was said that it was a car accident, was that true? Is there something out of the ordinary that happened that period," I said and she shut her eyes, her breath heaving, making me snap my eyes at Mason

Rowena was furious and expected Felicia to be too stubborn to admit her mistake. She turned around and took a glance. A fearful man stood behind Kayson, and he stepped forward after receiving her glance. Felicia’s expression changed drastically at the sight of this man. “Felicia, you f*ck*ng b*tch! How dare you betray Ms. Todd!? You’re trying to get yourself killed!” The man stepped forward and kicked Felicia’s body. A bang was heard while Felicia fell backward to the ground.

Instead, we went about trying to catch Gregory, thinking he acted alone, unknown to us; Bianca knew the truth and chose to keep it because she hated Scarlett. I did not know what to do, but at this point, I doubted we deserved her. the fact that we could not protect her made us unworthy of her. Our hearts would never heal, and I believe the punishment was befitting the crime we committed against our mate.

Felicia smirks at me, "It usually starts with a woman clad in black." . . . . . . And so, I was tempted to pick the blackest, darkest outfit from Felicia's closet. It was a humble closet, I wondered where she got these from. "I stole them, of course. We werewolves never buy shit from humans." Said she, as if she's read my mind. "Fair enough." The next day, when everyone was busy with patrolling around the territory, making errands or just running around aimlessly in their wolf forms, I sat alone and naked on the bed. Wondering if everything was going the way it is supposed to.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.