Felicia Day Book Novels & Stories

Before, Dorothy would hide in her room, eating snacks without sharing, and Pudding would paw at the door the same way, begging for a handout. If there was no child inside but cold, lifeless bookshelves, who was it begging for? Just then, Chester stepped out of the study, nearly tripping over Pudding. His face flickered with annoyance as he kicked it aside. "Why does this damn cat keep coming here?"

Mom was a notorious madwoman at the card table. Her favorite pastime was going off the rails whenever she got worked up while gambling. During our family dinner, Mom's older sister, Tiffany Walker, praised me for being diligent and well-behaved. She said that I was bound to have a promising future now that I'd gotten into a top-tier university. Mom immediately slammed the table and snapped back, "What are you talking about, Mel? A young man like Frank who'd studied STEM still couldn't get into Horvard University. He's practically a failure!

She wasn't exactly sure why she was here or how she was here but she was and she wasn't stopping. She'd joked before about Cedric's teeny peepee but she had been wrong. Cedric's man meat was thick, long, and deep dark purple. A perfect fit for mouths or, Felicia's traitorous mind thought, pussies. Felicia thought about that morning. How good it felt. How close she'd been. Then all the alcohol and her dripping panties and... This just seemed a continuation of all that. The day's inevitable end.

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."

He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca. Becca smiled and returned to her own novel. It wasn't as factual, but she loves fantasy and romance novels. To her, it was like dipping her toe into a whole different lifetime. A lifetime where she is known as the smartest person in the world, the strongest woman alive, and she has someone to love. She always wanted someone to love.

He added indifferently, "Guess someone's gotten a little too high on their pedestal. If you had better time management, would this have happened?" With that, he led Anna inside the building. Exhausted, I picked up the scattered contracts and returned to my office. Later that evening, Ethan sent me a cupcake. It was one of the ones he bought for Anna this morning. It was dragon-fruit flavored, probably because Anna did not like it and he was giving me the leftovers. He did not even know I was allergic to dragon fruit. As Ethan feigned concern, I looked at him one last time and asked, "It's been seven years. Just once, have you ever thought about marrying me and taking responsibility?"

She looked very beautiful and elegant in her strapless red dress and stilettos and I was certain that every man in the building was mesmerized by her beauty, I would too if I wasn’t from a not so presentable background and if she wasn’t also a menace to every outcast in Crest-vile Academy. I have never seen Felicia this happy before, although she is normally always smiling and causing havoc or hosting parties with her minions but this is the very first time I will be seeing her genuinely happy, she looked so in love and satisfied with seeing the jerk that I immediately wanted to leave the area so she could have him to herself.

she said. I just my lip and cleared my throat. I looked at him. “Well, I guess, Mom, I don’t know.” I tried to smile to hide away my anxiousness. Oh gosh. “Hmm. Okay, fine. Uhh, anyway, your cousins will be here in a moment, so get ready for lunch, okay? It’s family day, Felice,” she said before turning her back on me anyway. That’s when I was able to sigh in relief. I pouted and quickly went up to my room. I place the flowers beside my study table and the chocolates inside my mini refrigerator here. I slumped my butt on my bed and got my phone to text Greg.

As the 3 figures came closer, I could clearly see who the girl was… There was no mistaking it, the girl who’d just walked into the room was Felicia St. Clair. Felicia was Freedom Academy’s sweetheart; she was top of her class, a member of the Honor Society, president of the bi**le Study Group, and a rich-girl socialite. Felicia was the school’s little-miss-perfect.

See you tomorrow night. Tomorrow night. I held onto that. Ma Felicia’s silence continued. No more letters. No more couriers. Just the petition still hanging over us, hearing set for April 23. Ms. Rivera said the TRO was holding—for now. But I felt the pressure building. That afternoon I took the kids to the library. Shayla picked out a book about dragons. Lucas found one about soccer. Aiden chewed on a board book about trains. I sat in the children’s section and watched them.