Chan And Felix Novels & Stories

“Great goddess! You lack any self-awareness, if you’re going to seriously accuse me of being a slut.” I glowered at him. “I don’t want to fight like some moonstruck fool over Deanneth. He probably would enjoy hearing about it. Is that what you want? To make that damn fox even more happy? Can’t we both agree that he’s a complete charlatan and leave it at that?” Felix kicked the carpet for a little bit, and then he nodded. “All right. You’re not wrong.” He looked away from me and muttered, “Sorry.”

“I will be washing you with lukewarm water, massaging with my acupunctures techniques, and finally, a fine grooming— it will be so relaxing that you would hope this to last all day—” PAK! Felix throws a cat slap on my face. When I came to, she’s already halfway to the house, which is about twenty steps away. Why is she running there for…? “Anyone want to catch her?” I asked. They refused by shaking their head. Ah, right… Felix is the second strongest after Dómr. “Not a single one of you is allowed to run away.” I warned them. “COME BACK!!!” Then I immediately chased Felix.

What the heck? "Oh sorry, I wasn't talking to you," the older guy said to me. "But you were looking at me," I said in defense. "Oh sorry! It's my eyesight… ugh! I have heard a lot about you, sir Adrian. I am Doctor Felix Gallardo who is in charge of Vanessa Chen," he said jovially, stretching his hand at me, I took it in a firm shake.

Chan took a sip of the cold water beside her and then said, “Well, as you know, my full name is Chandra Chandler. I’m a Kiwi. Well, half Cambodian, half Kiwi.” “Yes, I can tell from the accent. I like the Kiwi accent. And the half Cambodian part. I like that. So is your mom Cambodian or your dad?” “Mom,” Chan said. Jeremy continued with his questions.. “So why did you decide to move to Australia?” Chan’s face suddenly paled, and her gaze froze on his face. Jeremy noticed. He instantly knew he was stepping onto dangerous ground. Chan lowered her eyes, and suddenly her stomach tightened. She frowned and told herself to calm down. She needed to get ahold of herself.

Melancholy, regret, earnestness and tenderness, all mixed into one. “Ok,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Then tell me what you can. Who are you really?” Felix narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head. “I’m exactly who you think I am,” he says. “Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.”

Chantelle looked at Delcan, her heart racing. She had been hurt by her uncle and he's still hurting her, and she was wary of strangers. She didn't know if she could trust him, and she was afraid of what he might do. But there was something about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel a connection. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew she had to get away from him. Chantelle said No to him and turned to leave, but Delcan reached out and grabbed her arm. "Wait!" he said. Chantelle pulled away, her eyes wide. "Let go of me!" she shouted. Delcan was taken aback by her reaction. He had only wanted to talk to her, to explain himself. But he could see that he had scared her, and he

“Try to talk about work? Okay, I get it. I won’t. We can talk about other things though. Anything. That’s why we’re both here, isn’t it? To try to get to know each other better.” Felix exhaled and looked away in response. “Mr Felix? Felix?” “What?” Felix scoffed at him. “You want to know about me? Fine. My name is Felix. My favourite colour? It’s actually grey. What else? Maybe my favorite food? Okay, It’s pizza. Oh and my best friend? Joanna, my elder sister. Wanna know what I love the most? Being alone and people who respect that and give me my personal space. Wanna know what I hate the most? When people like you try to get close to me. Interested in knowing my biggest wish? Sure, I’ll tel

I think I should get going". Felix was pissed off as today had already been for him. He took a direct turn and head home. He had already arranged the man for the lookalike of waylen so they could call him immediately they see him. He was certain that waylen was dead because he had gone to search the institution by himself but couldn't see him. If he's really dead, wbt can't they see his corpses? ****** T b

“She won’t. Not after we remind her what she’s lost.” Before I could ask what that meant, the call ended. Chagx never stayed long enough for questions. He liked his little speeches—riddles wrapped in threats—and then he vanished like a fart in the wind. I dropped my phone onto the table, hard. “He’s insane.” “We already knew that,” Felix muttered. “No, like certifiable insane. Talking about plucking girls and distractions. What the hell is this? Some twisted moon cult now?” Felix stood and paced again. “What do we do? Orders are orders, right?”

Hazel grumbles. “Tell me about it. I haven’t ridden anything across the finish line in months, and my wolf is getting seriously bitchy.” Felix's voice comes out exasperated.“I know. I’m tired of fucking my hand. It’s seriously pathetic. I mean, look at me, I was made to be worshiped.” “God, you too? Fuck it, just find someone else then,” Hazel says flippanly.