Felicia Day Book Novels & Stories

And further provocation of this wicked woman would only hasten her doom. “I will tell you everything, but please do not touch my family!” Felicia’s fists clenched as she stated this. Vaquesha smiled at Felica without revealing any other feelings on her face, but only she knew she was enraged on the inside. ‘Those novels, in fact, told the truth. Not really novels, but I have dealt with a plethora of similar circumstances. She would rather regard Lucilla and Arnold as her genuine children, but when she sees me, she looks at me as if she is facing the devil! However, why should I care?’

**Felicia POV Finally, it was Saturday. At least that's what Alicia would have said, but with much more enthusiasm. "The day of my incredible birthday!" I exclaimed. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm the weird one. Do you think I'm strange?" I asked Jade while searching for jeans in the closet. Jade replied, "Of course not," as he playfully slapped my butt. "Ouch! You pervert!" I exclaimed, turning around to kiss him tenderly.

It's been weeks since Caine had heard about Ellen's rejection by the moon goddess. That night when Felicia saw him with another lady she left with his beta and since then they both haven't been seeing themselves. Today, just like any other day, Felicia was preparing lunch in Lucas' apartment and smiled to herself when she heard the doorbell, she knew that he had come. Her smile became more broader when his scent saturated her nostrils and immediately she felt strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Her lips stretched into a full-blown smile as she turned the key in the ignition, “She is fine. I spoke to her this morning” “That's good” “ She… “ Felicia started but trailed off. Scarlett's curiosity piqued. She asked with expectant eyes, "She what?” Felicia had an awkward smile on her face as she put the cat on the highway. She cleared her throat before saying, “She got her wolf three days ago" “Oh” Scarlett made a tiny sound as she realized why Felicia stopped herself. from completing the sentence before. Felicia thought that she would be offended or that she would feel bad. “That's great news”

*MILENA* I wish I could remember. Sleep took me again, and my brain seemed to just shut off. ******* Felicia was sitting beside me when I woke. “Hi, ready for a shower?”Felicia was a kind woman, I liked her the moment I met her, even if I did annoy her with my pies. Oh, a memory came, that is a good sign yes?

She bought a hat, put on her glasses, and kept an eye on Stella. Stella was reading in the bookstore. She was reading a book on the psychology of micro-expressions. She thought it was good. She paid and took the book, then went into the cafe. She ordered a cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee, and read it quietly. Felicia saw that Stella did not answer her phone, which meant that Frederick did not call her. As a matter of fact, she already said that she would go to the United States with him. If Frederick were to go with Stella, she would definitely inform Stella not to go.

Startled, she released the book but unintentionally triggered the click of a button hidden beneath it. As she approached the computer to avoid drawing attention to the opening bookshelves, Felicia noticed an email waiting for her. She knew she shouldn't open it, but her curiosity was piqued as more emails arrived, all from Avimayor. Frowning, she opened the first email, and her eyes widened as she read the message. She opened the rest of the emails one by one, each one intensifying her confusion and concern. "This can't be... It's impossible... Kalixo..."

"She was so young and so good. What did she ever do to you? "I took care of her from the moment she was born. I fed her, changed her, and soothed her to sleep. I did all of those things every day. I watched her grow up, and now you... you killed her. How could you do that? How could you be cruel?" He kept questioning me, and his eyes were red from crying. Finally, he fell to his knees. I looked at him with an indifferent expression, then said, "She didn't do anything wrong. She was good, obedient, and sweet. Just recently, on Mother's Day, she made me a drawing and hugged me, wishing me a happy Mother's Day."

I took a deep breath and started reading again: Entry 3: I felt better after a few days. And then I started to hear Felicia in my head. She likes to tease me. She says I'm no more important than a specimen in one of Dr. Tavious’s Petri dishes. But I think she is secretly jealous of me. Tavious seemed pleased that I was mastering communication so quickly.

Normal people living normal lives, blissfully unaware of corporate conspiracies and seven-year-old vendettas. Mia holds my hand as we walk through the entrance, her eyes wide as she takes in all the stores and people. She's usually so composed, so mature for her age, but right now she just looks like what she is— a six-year-old excited about a special day with her mom. "Can we go to the bookstore first?" she asks. "We can go wherever you want, sweetheart." Felicity meets us outside Barnes & Noble, looking more put-together than she had any right to after only an hour. She's wearing jeans and a casual blouse, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and she's carrying two iced coffees.