Felicity Dc Novels & Stories

Her headquarters are close to Blue Lake and she’s successfully captured a few of their wolves with a little help on the inside. I watch Felicity as she takes a nap, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me. From everything that I’ve heard and observed, she’s a good person. She’s working towards being a teacher. She’s a devoted mate. She’s got a bright future ahead of her, but her world is about to be shattered. If the boss has her way, she will get all three of them.

Felicity stared me down, her eyes narrowing as she looked me in the eye. “I’m not accepting your rejection. You're my mate. We’re supposed to be together,” she informed me, as if that was enough. I scoffed. Her scent of tart raspberries and cardamon hit my nose. It was an odd combination, spicy and tart at the same time. “Why? Because some goddess decided we would be a good fit. Tell me Felicity, do you actually want to be with me or is the bond just telling you too?” I asked her, our faces inches apart. She swallowed, and I almost thought she was considering my question.

Felicity stuck her tongue out, and they both giggled. As Layla turned back to the party, Felicity slipped into the sanctuary and relative quiet of the dark bedroom. Her breath caught as she took in the view of the city through the tall windows. The skyline of downtown Chicago was a man-made mountain range of lights twinkling in a sea of black. The sky behind the buildings was a soft purple, cutting a contrast against the silhouettes of the buildings. It was one amazing view, and it always made her breathless when she caught a glimpse of the monolithic buildings. Her hands ached to sketch the sight, but she hadn't brought her pad with her.

she breathes. "Yes, it is," I say, sliding in beside her. The drive to our new home takes forty minutes. Felicity had helped me secure a penthouse apartment in an upscale neighborhood far from the areas where I used to live, far from anyone who might recognize me. When we pull up to the building, Felicity is already waiting in the lobby. She's changed in seven years. Her hair is shorter now, styled in a sleek bob, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that wasn't there before. But her smile is the same, warm and genuine.

He read the documents and found out that Happy’s real name. Felicity Mondragon is 22 years old. Filipino. The only daughter of Helena and Gregorio Mondragon. Her parents cast her away after knowing that she got pregnant when she was 16 years old and delivered a baby boy at seventeen. She has a son named Apollo Mondragon, four years old. Felicity is a single parent, living in a small apartment nearby the club she was working. She also had a tailoring shop before, but it was closed at the moment since she didn’t have any clients. Because of the rumors about her work, her business shut down. At the age of 18, she entered as a waitress at one of Mr. Tan’s clubs. Later on, she became a stripper.

“That's right. There’s no need for him to recover his memories. Fia’s no longer here. There’s no point for him to remember her. He might end up falling into despair all over again.’ “True. You know me the best,” Beryl said as she gently held Felicity in her arms. “Felicity, I like you a lot. I can see that you like Conrad too, don’t you?” “…Madam Beryl,” Felicity said, embarrassed, but she didn’t want to hide her love anymore. “That’s right. I like him, but it doesn’t look like he likes me.”

The sky was starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn, the sun beginning its slow ascent. She walked through the hallways, making her way to one of the gyms on the first floor, determined to avoid any chance encounters with Dexter or Phoenix. As she approached the gym, the rhythmic sound of fists striking a heavy bag reverberated through the corridor. Inside, Felicity was in the midst of a rigorous workout. Her punches were sharp and precise, each strike causing her arm muscles to flex powerfully. Her defined four-pack abs rippled with each movement, glistening with sweat that dripped down her brown skin. Astrid couldn't help but admire Felicity's dedication; it was no wonder she was

Isadora looked genuinely scared, maybe she shouldn't have missed the chance to make a few pastries and call it even. "Common, what do you want from me, Felicity? I'm dying to know." "Ugh, be patient," Felicity stood up from the couch with a meaningful look before she smiled again and took Isadora by the arm, pulling her up. She seemed to have decided on the spot, "I know just what you can do for me!" With that, she dragged Isadora to another location within her large quarters. In less than three minutes, Felicity suddenly stopped in front of a building with glass doors and struck a funny pose, "Tadaa!"

They made small talk and before they realized it, dark had taken over the sky. “L-lady F-Felicity. Y-your food.” “I’ll only eat it if you eat with me. And didn’t I tell u, it’s Felicity. Just Felicity.” “Y-yes. Lady F-Felicity.” Becky smiled as she enjoyed teasing her lady. As they left, Felicity saw the man at the rocks again. He was still looking out to the sky. She stopped Becky and asked her who she was. Becky stood frozen as she stared at her lady.

Finally, she stretched her delicate arms and began the dance. Felicity moved gracefully to an enchanting melody that played only in her mind. Her body swayed like a leaf dancing in the breeze, every movement reflecting her passion for dance. Unaware of the watchful eyes, she surrendered herself to the rhythm, lost in the captivating world she had created. Alex observed her every move, his eyes fixated on the beauty of her dance. He was drawn to Felicity's elegance, her fluidity, and the way she seemed to change reality. But hidden beneath his admiration lay a sinister motive, driven by a desire to manipulate her.