Felicia Barnes Novels & Stories

She waddles around like a monster," the maid whispered to herself. How embarrassing. Felicia returned to her room, sat on the bed, and gazed blankly. She felt lost and hollow. She had never truly been accepted by Max or his family. Only because Felicia became pregnant at the perfect moment and Max's grandfather Brysen was gravely ill had Miranda been the one to push for the marriage. Miranda believed that a wedding and a baby would lift Brysen's spirits and aid in his recuperation. Brysen did begin to improve, though perhaps this was just a coincidence. Following that, Miranda's mindset little softened. Nevertheless, Felicia was denigrated by the other Hawthornes, who constantly reminded her

The bun was adorned with delicate white orchids, their petals an obvious contrast against her fiery tresses,Tiny, shimmering hairpins secured any loose strands, adding a touch of sparkle. As her hair was being styled, the makeup artist, with a steady hand, applied makeup that enhanced Felicia's natural beauty without overpowering her features. Soft, smoky eyeshadow highlighted her almond-shaped eyes, and mascara gave her lashes a subtle but enchanting lift. A hint of blush added a rosy glow to her cheeks, and her lips were painted with a shade of muted pink that perfectly complemented her fair complexion.

A young lady walked into the store—Felicia’s beauty salon. She dressed carelessly. Her big sized brown shirt dangled over her pants that went down to reach above her ankles. She had sandals on and her feet powdered in dust from her endless walks. Her black pants were torn on the knees. She introduced herself. Felicia fumbled on the CVs and the list of names on a paper. She could not find the girl’s name on any of the printed papers. “I just saw the advert on the poster down the street.”

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

Then, his eyes moved to Emma, dressed in simple and unpretentious attire. Since the passing of the dowager of the Prime Minister's residence, Felicia was the current highest-ranking female of the Seldom family. However, due to her respect for the old dowager, she had chosen not to wear overly extravagant clothing. Comparing her with Emma, who had wisely opted for understated elegance, it was evident that Emma was more cautious and prudent. Alpha Jeffn was currently quite disappointed with Felicia. He wondered if she possessed the intelligence to recognize the subtleties and to hide her true intentions. Moreover, he questioned whether she could genuinely aid him meaningfully.

My voice stayed steady even when my head throbbed and my lower back screamed from sitting so long. Ma Felicia was there. She hadn’t missed a session since I returned. She sat at the far end of the table, black dress high-necked and severe, the single emerald at her throat catching every stray beam of light. She never spoke. Never interrupted. She simply watched—eyes sharp, unblinking, the way a hawk watches something it hasn’t decided to kill yet. I felt her gaze every time I ruled.

Felicia was 20 by age. She was just a simple girl going about every day on the streets in search of a job as a maid. She had gone to schools, hospitals and basically anywhere that required the maintenance services of a maid. She wanted to get herself the job even though it seemed menial just so she could settle her fees at the university. That was the point when Ben came into her life, the instrument that the devil had used to destroy her future. She had introduced to Ben by a friend of hers.

I don’t blame her, even I don’t trust myself enough to say that I won’t meet Hank ever again. “No, you are too okay, its alarming. What happened?” She asked with genuine concern. I wanted to tell her about Lucas Carter but I couldn’t. I hated lying but I just shook my head. “Just had an epiphany I guess.” “I don’t believe that but today is your first day back to work. So I came to drop you off and Elizabeth is working as well so she will protect you from Hank.” She says as she actions me to get ready. “You guys don’t need to babysit me-“

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

By the way, what was the name of that girl? "Felicia Miller, what's wrong? Don't you know her?" Judi Dench looked curious. Emma Rosy shook her head, "No, I don't know her, I've never seen her before." Felicia Miller. After a pause, she changed the subject again, "Seeing her attitude just now, do you have a problem with her?" Judi Dench replied, "Sort of, she's just blindly confident, and I've been ahead of her in many competitions at school before, so she's always seen me as her biggest competitor, and usually gives me a lot of trouble, but I can handle it easily." She stretched her hands helplessly, there was nothing she could do about Felicia Miller's hostility. Emma Rosy nodded slightly,