Felicia Day Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Felicity put on a skirt since she was meeting Corbin. Borrowing Stella's curling iron, she curled her hair a bit. Not big on makeup, she added a layer of foundation and some lipstick to freshen up. After grabbing her backpack, she headed out. In the living room, Vermont flipped through The Little Prince. He came across a quote about cherishing moments watching the sunset with loved ones to avoid regrets in the long run. Seeing that Felicity came out of the room, Vermont asked, "Is this your book?"

She lowered her gaze and exhaled loudly. “Look, Olivia. You can’t trust a word that he says, you witnessed how vile and evil he could be at your grandfather’s funeral. He showed you his true colors and said so many mean times to you on that day without feeling remorseful.” Olivia’s gaze dropped, how could she forget that terrible day? That was the day she felt how lonely she truly was. “He deceived you and used you for his own selfish reasons, that’s not the kind of man an heiress like you deserve to spend your life with.” Jade added in a soft tone.

Selena found her way into the classroom. She was able to concentrate in class, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the day before. Something did happen, but why can’t she remember? Selena and her friends didn’t eat lunch together during the break. She had gone to a book reading with her group. It was the only place where she remained sane. It was the only place she could express her nerdy side. “I will do the reading. Mister Peckham.” Selena said as she stood up. She reached for the book on her desk and flipped it open. “Now. Let us all start with Chapter One. It was a book about Valeria from Wonderland. Selena had wondered why they were reading a children’s book, but his

Why are they getting happy about him, the one who randomly kills people like them just to get the power? “They wished and dreamed of being his mate Every year and tonight is another joyful day for them. Poor them!” I heard Felicia's voice from my left side. I turned to see her. She was looking like a flower bud in her rose-pink dress. “Oh! Maybe someone might be lucky tonight!” I muttered sarcastically. Felicia raised her brow at me with a smirk. “Exactly!” I rolled my eyes as I looked ahead and my breath stuck in my throat seeing the sight in front of my eyes.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Happy Reading! Solange Daye

asked Jayden, remembering another assignment with Felicia as a group. "I just wanted to talk. I have an idea," said Felicia casually. She took out her notebook with a heart on it. "Pft!" Jayden couldn't control his laughter. "Your book is so … girl." Felicia closed her book again loudly and then glared at Jayden fiercely. "Do you want me to tell you the idea? Or I can compose this proposal myself," she said threateningly. She forgot that the man in front of her was not only her savior when she needed a group but also an annoying man.

Make it feel like a safe haven instead of what it really is, a way to keep her close. Because if Felicia breaks, I go down with her. And I’ve worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let that happen. Three days later, she calls back. “Okay,” she says without hesitation. “I’ll move in. But just temporarily. Until I figure things out.” “Of course. Temporary.” I smile even though she can’t see it. “When can you be here?” “Is this weekend too soon?” “This weekend is perfect.” Moving day is subdued. Felicia doesn’t have much—a few boxes of clothes, some books, kitchen supplies she never uses. And Kyle, in his carrier, yowling his displeasure at being transported.