Felicity Oliver Novels & Stories

A single large window was at its widest, which enabled the sun ray and cool wind to drift in. “I know!” Sparkles snapped her fingers. “There is only one Elena Lockser I've seen, and I know of. The daughter of George Lockser and sister to Ava and Amy. Platinum blonde hair, grey eyes and mouth that can rival a toilet.” Sparkles wrinkled her nose as she portrayed her. Truly, she was right in the description, however; she forgot to add fiery and headstrong. “Sparkles.” Mom berated, scowling. “Never say such a nasty word, especially when eating. Besides, you are a lady, and a proper lady never utters such words.” She lectured.

Catherine had always been looking forward to her free day as she either get to do her thesis or play detective and sometimes both but today she decided to find her brother Felipe as she have found a person to help her — big time. She went to Tacky’s apartment holding a brief case containing all the data that could help her find her brother Felipe. They went to the same room or which Catherine would love to call the “FBI” room as there was so much technology in there. Tacky is a computer engineer and a mystery nerd that she had met during a project in a general subject.

CHAPTER SIX "I'm Felicity by the way," I spoke. "Sorry for not introducing myself." He looked at me. He got that aqua blue eyes that's really relaxing if you stare at it. But a little bit awkward because, why would you stare at someone's eyes? "Nice to meet you, Felicity Sy." He said. Wait--how did he know my surname? "How did you know my surname?" I asked him, curiously.

Chen pressed on her. "I'm sorry," Felicity starts. "For what specifically?" "For running. For leaving you to clean all of this up. The wedding, Mum, all of it. I just couldn't and I left and you stayed and you fixed everything." I look at my sister. The exhaustion in her face, the dark circles, the way she holds the mug with both hands like it's keeping her anchored. "Best thing you ever did for me," I say. She blinks. I tell her. All of it. The real marriage, the library, the investigation, the warehouse, Eleanor. Dominic. She listens without speaking, which is the most still I have ever seen Felicity, and by the end her eyes are wet again.

His tone was firm, but there was a quiver just at the end that gave away the emotion. All eyes turned to Felicity, who sat there primly, looking at him with a defiant tilt to her chin. “She orchestrated the attempt on my wife’s life. She ordered the poisoning at the first formal dinner with Moonstone. She ordered the attempted assassination by the rogue now in our custody. She knew Ellie was pregnant, and she gave the command anyway.” The room gasped in unison. My hands went numb. I clutched at the edge of the table, trying to anchor myself as the world tilted. Lance’s hand landed on my shoulder, anchoring me.

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.

LEON WYATT AND CHARITY OKAFOR ARE GETTING ENGAGED — LIVE TONIGHT Felicity’s breath caught. The popcorn dropped from her hand. Her vision blurred at the edges. On her screen, a livestream thumbnail showed Charity walking toward Leon… smiling like her whole world was finally falling into place. Felicity’s lungs forgot how to work. The cinema around her faded away. The movie became noise. Her heartbeat drowned everything else out. Imran leaned closer, concerned. “Felicity? What’s wrong?” But she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t even blink.

Isadora said before realizing as she admired Little Lucas who played by his mother's feet who sat under the shed. "What?" Insecurity doused Felicity's very being, "How do you know if he is mine?" Felicity's voice was stringent. Yellow. Before her eyes, she witnessed a Yellow Felicity unravel, wrapped under many layers of darkness. Not like such darkness was non-existential before, she had done a better job hiding it.

Felicity, a teenage witch with a penchant for eavesdropping, had been lurking in the shadows, her curiosity piqued. She had a knack for blending into the background, and she’d honed her skills in secret observation over time. Now, her attention was firmly fixed on Isolde’s conversation with the mysterious prisoner. Felicity crouched behind a stack of wooden crates, her heart pounding with both fear and excitement. The exchange between Isolde and the prisoner had been cryptic, and Felicity was determined to uncover their secrets. She strained to hear their hushed voices, piecing together the fragments of their conversation.

They were so playful! Anita muttered something about being unserious under her breath before walking up to take Felicity from Jeffery's arms. Felicity is a really beautiful baby girl. Like her mother, she has curly hair and big,bright eyes. Anita introduced me to her when she noticed her curious stare. “Felicity,meet your aunt Avery. Carlos and Lucas mother.” “Lucas and Carlos, mummy?” Her small voice asked, as if to be sure. Anita nodded. “Yes sweetie.”