Felicia Barnes Novels & Stories

“I remember the books you checked out from the library today. Are you an artist?” “Umm”, the other mumbled before mirroring her moves and wiping off sauce from her mouth with a napkin. “I’m not an artist, but I… have an interest in art” “Oh”, she nodded in understanding. “I get that. I feel the same way about dancing” “What do you mean?” “I like watching people dance”, she explained, smiling, as images of her best friend, Jess, gracefully dancing filled her mind. “I appreciate it. But I can’t dance myself”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Felicity wondered how her nails did not scratch her. She could not help but slightly tilt her head in confusion. The lady smiled, held her face and pulled. The skin on her face peeled and what was underneath was… skin? It had light make up on. The lashes were slightly shorter but were still long for an average person. Her skin was smooth and Felicity could not help but be relieved somehow. Her face did not show this as it would be taken as disrespect to her boss. The woman smiled. She was now content with what she saw in this little lady.

Jake Carson God! This woman is going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I expressed my anger by dominating a woman but Danika is making me. How have I let a woman get under my skin so much? I am not going to lie, I have worked for a lot of beautiful women as a bodyguard, they used to hit on me, constantly. But I never gave into such urges, I would always be professional. But Danika. Fuck! What am I doing?

Althea asked coolly, “is what you call honesty?” Felicia looked at Selena with open displeasure. “I don’t think that topic is appropriate—especially when you bring it up in front of children.” “Oh, I’ve only just met you. And who are you, exactly?” Selena smiled broadly. “I’m Selena. My daughter is also Chase Miller’s child. Just like—” “You don’t need to know my name,” Felicia cut in, her gaze sharp and unyielding. “And I have no intention of introducing myself to you.”

As a friend, it is only natural that he is the one who deserves to know the bad news in advance. Moreover, his worries over thinking about Bianca, who had not been in for a month, vanished when he saw the woman re-enter the campus to continue her postponed lectures and act as usual. There was no sad face on Bianca's face, even though she had thought that Bianca would change a little. Her expectation of Bianca was too much. There was no sad face on Bianca's face, even though she had thought that Bianca would show it. Even in the morning, the woman immediately launched her rag at the woman who always acted cute—fake cute, not real cute like Veronica who was naturally cute. She did not want to

Nicole paused, and her eyes instantly lit up. “Ms. Graham is back?” Kai emerged excitedly. “Ms. Graham is back?” Felicia Graham was a world-class famous artist and often toured abroad in recent years. She had a distinguished position that was unmatched by the big names in the entertainment circle. She was a god-like existence. Felicia was also Nicole’s mother’s teacher. She was in her sixties this year. After Nicole’s mother passed away, Felicia came over to visit the young children from time to time and had deep feelings for them.

Avita appeared to resurrect as well, and she smiled shyly at the middle-aged lady, who appeared to be in her thirties rather than forties and added, "It's okay. You are a stunning woman." Avita couldn't stop herself from complimenting Felicia. Felicia Larson, Miguel Larson's second wife, was a celebrity in Wakothanie. She was well-known among the socialites for her kind heart. This woman was interested in charity and ran her own foundation targeted at assisting women. However, this foundation was mostly run by professionals, and she wouldn't be present all the time unless she was needed. Felicia was a housewife who looked after the house and the children. This lovely lady was 45 years old, 1

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

She heard that Felicia's mother rejected her when she was a baby and never returned to the orphanage. Mrs. Bianca sighed and decided to adopt Felicia then, and it has been ten years since Felicia has been living with her. She has employed and sacked many maids who didn't want to concentrate on their work but rather shifted their gaze to her handsome son, Martin, which she hated but still needed a maid. So Felicia decided to be their maid even though Mrs. Bianca put her in university, as she already adopted her as her own child. Felicia preferred staying home with them and going to school from home, only attending classes when necessary. This lessened Mrs. Bianca's worries and stress at home.