Felicia Wennberg Booktok Novels & Stories

In between the novel she married an old duke in the countryside . "Woah what is she doing?" Felicia 's hand were covered in flames and she rapidly swiped her hand at the silver hair girl face . " No !" worried about the young trembling woman ; Chelsea only knew that she wanted to protect her , a sudden pain in her gut made her frown but what happened next made her gape in surprise because a huge whirlpool of water swirled at the group and extinguished the fire . " Who? " sneered Felicia but when she saw Chelsea she sneered even more disdainfully " what , does Miss kaisen want to be the knight in shining armour now that you have been dumped?"

Felza's blushed, her neck flushed red, “You can't lie, it's written all over your face. You literally called me fat.” “You’re not.” I said, almost seriously, “You look perfect.” “Then I'll excuse you for some time. I have to complete this book.” I stared at the book in her hands, slightly curious, “Is that a dark romance book?” “How did you know?” Felza asked, slightly baffled, “You read dark romance books as well?” she looked rather shocked when I nodded slowly, not tearing my eyes from hers, “I've enjoyed reading books like that for years.” I lied, wanting to impress her. Felza laughed out loud, “What a surprise? Most people hate books like this. What's your favorite?”

Who was kind without even thinking about it. Gregor: Spending the day with Felicia was very illuminating. She seems to be completely self-effacing. Almost afraid to draw attention to herself in any way. And she acted as though no one has ever done or said anything kind to her. I don’t want to think about the sort of life she must have had to make her act that way. She deserved better, every living thing deserves better really, but especially a selfless and nurturing creature like Felicia.

The library just opened less than twenty minutes ago so she wasn’t expecting anybody to be checking out books just yet. “I’m so sorry”, she breathed out as she jogged to position herself in front of the computer. She then gestured towards the books laid on top of the counter. “Are you checking out these books?” The girl smiled. Claire caught herself admiring her. The girl was gorgeous. She had long black hair and equally dark eyes, her skin was a perfect tan, and her makeup, rather than being caked on, was natural and accentuated her features perfectly. “Yes”, she replied, pushing the books in her direction. “But I don’t have an account here yet. I’m new”

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Did she run out of her Zoloft? But nest of sin? Since when had Felicia gotten religion? Her moral codes came from the same shelf of the bookstore as the life-is-meant-to-be-confined-by manual. And how, for Christ’s sake, did such an expression apply to a father-daughter cultural trip? Sometimes I truly thought the woman was crazy. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath and strode past her to the living room phone. I thought for a moment before punching in the number. Felicia answered without a hello. “She’s not going, Barry.”

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