Cure Felice Novels & Stories

Lucy scanned Felicity from head to toe. The latter was a Faldorian. She was very pretty. Her warm smile made people feel comfortable. Lucy raised her eyebrow and said deliberately, "I'm just browsing. I might not be able to afford the stuff in your store." Felicity smiled graciously and said, "That's fine. Go ahead and browse. I can help you if you have any questions." "Alright." Lucy proceeded to point at several hair accessories. "This one and the other one. Also, the one over here."

But now… Felicity bathed in the sunlight. She felt at peace. She looked down at the shore. There sat the man from her dreams. This time however, he wasn’t looking out at the waters, instead, he looked right at her. Felicity was not scared. She smiled and waved at him. He tilted his head and waved back awkwardly. That made her happy.

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

One of them said the word curse twice. Caelum's voice cut through the others each time he spoke. By the time the doors opened again about fifteen minutes later and the council members filed out past me without making eye contact, I had a fairly clear picture of the room. Caelum came out last. He looked at me for a moment, then reached out and touched my cheek, just lightly, the backs of his fingers against my face, and the gesture was so unexpected that I genuinely did not have a prepared reaction for it.

At last, I excused myself. Artair was next, Curly black hair sat styled nicely on his head. Sharp steel grey eyes watched as I approached with a welcomed warmth. He is handsome, kind, and the most tolerable to talk to of the three. His smile put me at ease as I approached. I didn’t have to play the game as intensely as I did with the others when I interacted with him. “How are you Artair?” I bowed as I greeted him. “Things are better now that I’m speaking with you,” he said sweetly.

Celine smiles, and holds her tightly, “I got overwhelmed, but yes, I’m fine. Technically.” Fi pulls back and nods, “I need some help, I need a funeral outfit suitable for a vineyard funeral.” She narrows her eyes and nods, “Okay, come on. We have research to do.” Fi drags her by the hand, and she allows herself to be dragged,

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

his lips curled upward in a sexy smile she looked up at him , shy and embarrassed knowing well that she must return the favour. It had been years that a man touched her, that Tazz touched her, she was still panting lightly as she looked at him, then shied away and curled into his chest, turning to face him she buried her face in his chest, unable to look him straight, Tazz smiled warmly and stroked her hair, enjoying her warm breath on his chest, it had been such a long time that he felt this way, since Maya had left he never allowed any woman to be in close proximity with him, he only wanted her to touch him and he only wanted to touch her

They said it was because I was pregnant. The elders assured me, I stopped shapeshifting because I carried the Alpha. Soon, Ettore was hellbent on not wanting to be cursed anymore. That's how I learned there was a cure. Curing a werewolf you cursed was easy. You find their soul and chew your mark out of them. Because someone else had bitten Ettore, finding his mark took months of rituals and skill. Due to my pregnancy, I didn't want Ettore anywhere near me.

Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure. The stone was real. But I shook my head. Charles snorted. "See? I told you she was a liar." Victoria’s expression soured, while my father and stepmother adamantly refused to let Quinn marry a crippled wolf with no future. But Charles spoke again, his tone infused with a chilling confidence. "I've already found a cure. Once I'm healed, I'll be back at the company." "If Quinn marries me, she'll want for nothing." Quinn nodded emphatically. "That's right, Mom, Dad. I know a powerful healer who can definitely cure Charles."