Felicity Oliver Novels & Stories

Sarah slaps her hands down on her thighs in agitation, "Okay, we know that. What's your point, though?" "Can you explain to me Felicity's track record? And if she does have one, can you possibly compare it to Sebastian's?" I already know Felicity's almost pristine track-record, due to extensive research before I got here. But by Sarah's blank face I know she has no clue. It doesn't take long for her to realize that Felicity is practically a saint in the media's eyes. "I take it that you can't think of anything significant." The smug smile on my lips visibly makes Sarah's eyebrow twitch.

He said making me chuckle. Yes, it’s really weird. I shook my hand with his and told him my name. “Felicity Genson. You can call me Fely.” He nodded and turned to the waiter who was quietly putting the food in our table. “Thank you,” I said together with Brx. I can’t deny how glad I am knowing that he’s a gentleman. He may have an intimidating aura like his father, but the way he moves is gentle. The exact opposite of his father.

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.

Felicity sat dejectedly in front of her book. The tests are coming and she need to work hard just like everybody else does. Unfortunately, Hyacinth took a large chunk off of her concentration that day. She can't read a thing with proper understanding. "Have you seen Melody?" Felicity raised her head to look at Sarah. She's a chubby girl living next to her dorm. They were not classmates but it's not difficult to know her in the crowd. She's loud and a little chubby.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

I was just staring at the screen and I almost jumped from my seat when I got another message from him. Gregory Landon Olivares: You're welcome, Felice. I presses my lips together and stared at his reply. For some reason I feel something odd in my chest again. Oh my god. What is really happening with me?

It might be Simone Odermatt himself, come to bring me news or some plan to save both our companies. As soon as I open the door, I see it isn't. It's Felicity in a knitted white dress, half her hair pulled back and the rest loose behind her shoulders. I see my folded scarf in her hands. I realize I haven't seen her for nearly a whole day. I'm seized with an urge to wrap my arms around her so I can feel hers around me. Maybe she can do what the Scotch can't. But she clears her throat and drops a bomb.

Not even a second later, Mia's frame changed back as well and in front of them, instead of a siren, laid a woman, who's blue eyes were glazed completely over. Felicity was still and her hands shook while she stared at the body; her eyes were wide and blood dripped from her mouth. "I—I didn't know what do to…I just…acted on instinct." "Well, your instinct was obviously correct. How did you know?" "I—I didn't. I just thought…she was really annoying me." Waverly chuckled. She wasn't wrong; the siren did talk a lot. Felicity turned her gaze to Waverly and she looked at her, amazed. "Miss, your face…"

What about Olivia? ***

Felicity is no a renowned wealthy woman that if one has the opportunity of having a discussion with her, he or she is regarded lucky and if one sees her having a talk with Diana, Diana would drastically garner some fame. After a brief moment of silence with no response from felicity.. Diana swept her gaze at her again... Everything about felicity now was mild, unlike her from six years ago. The thought of she had an ulterior motive all along aroused a twinge of annoyance. Diana had been impressed by her humble idiosyncratic helpful personality at first and even her looks - those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes—but her affable, sympathetic personality grated on her