Felicia Day Book Novels & Stories

“You’ve become more handsome… there’s a confidence about you now. You’ve got that big-city aura. Guys around here just can’t compare. “You have no idea how miserable I’ve been at home lately. Benedict turned into a total slob. All he does is laze around and complain. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up. “Not like you… You still stand tall, dress with taste. You’re just different.” I laugh coldly. “Funny—I clearly remember you saying Benedict was gorgeous, vibrant, devoted, and that you were crazy about him.” Ella’s expression changed in an instant. She rushed to explain, panic rising in her voice. “I was young and stupid, Dom. I chose the wrong person. But I see that now. “Can you giv

Within moments of sitting down, my chest felt tight. My breathing grew hard. I leaned toward Ruby. "Could we... remove the lilies? I think I might be allergic." Ruby pouted. "I hired a professional photography team today. No flowers would ruin the shots." Mom turned toward Xavier, her smile a little too bright. "Everly doesn't have allergies. She's been healthy since childhood." Ruby sneered, "Figures. Everly's a Luna now. Suddenly even the air we breathe isn't good enough for her."

However, Felicia was stubborn, “Hopefully, I’ll manage as far as I can.” ………………………………………………………………………………………… Felicia was in her new beauty salon. She had Natasha over. That day, Felicia was granting interviews for more salon applicants. The salon was up and running already. The salon was well packed and had many bookings—hence, Felicia needed more staff. This was not ordinary day. It was a very special day as a very special woman—who would change everyone’s fate—walked through the door…

Felicia went on and explained to me all the things I need to understand. “So when do you want to start?.” Felicia asked me. “How about today?”. I said, unsure of what to actually say. “Now? I am surprised. With your dressing, I thought you have somewhere else to go.” Felicia explained. So now she got me thinking that I am really over dressed. Felicia herself is wearing a long boubou v-neck gown.

she teased. "But I like it." Her smirk turned mischievous. I removed her black heels and ripped her white suit apart. Half an hour later, she lay in my arms softly. Her fingers traced over my abs, sighed, "I'm going to miss you." "I'll stay with you forever then," I said while flipping her over again. "Wait…" she wanted to speak, but I did not let her finish. We enjoyed another great time again. The next morning, Celia asked for my companion to run some errands. She told me to get in the car, saying she would take me to see some scenery.

I heard that Angela had been having a hard time. When she first came back to the country, she reminded me of a blooming rose, but now, all of her zest and vibrance for life had been worn away. From time to time, Carl would force her into paying us a visit at the Moran residence. That way, he could tag along to see me. He would seize opportunities when no one else was around to ambush me and say all sorts of things. "Look, Iris. You bought these clothes for me. I'm wearing them today. I love them."

Shelve of books. Books! So he reads? She walked over and took a big book out of the shelve. It had a red cover. It was probably the most attractive book there. “Mo... Mo... what kinda language is this?” she scoffed trying to pronounce the name of the book. He appeared out of no where again took the book from her and placed it back on the shelve. “I forgot to tell you earlier. I was just too excited. They are rules in my room.” He said and placed his both hands on her shoulder pulling her away from the shelve.

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

I didn't feel like dragging the conversation any further, so I brushed it off and changed the subject. That night, I turned on my laptop for the first time in weeks, only to realize that my WhatsApp was still logged in. It was flooded with messages from Edgar. "Wanda, I was wrong. Please, just answer me. Say anything. I'll do whatever you want." "Wanda, I messed up. I'm a bastard. I should've never cheated. I'm begging you. Please forgive me." "Winifred lied to me—she was never pregnant! I'm going to kill her. She ruined everything. This is all her fault!"

She asked another maid who she considered her friend, but Zaria's relation with her was not that strong as that of hers with Lisa as they were bosom friends. Felicia, a sweet little girl with bright orange hair and chubby cheeks full of freckles, was seventeen years old, working as a part-time servant at Anderson's mansion to unhinged the economic burden of her parents. She was a high school student, but her hard work still could not be compared with most people. She worked hard to earn with good and fair means. Felicia was startled to see the young miss up so close. Not that her young miss looked like a creep who was smiling so big at her, but rather she was nervous to face people from her