Felix Christmas Novels & Stories

he teased. “Says The Chad Stoneface.” She countered. “ Six whole days you're all brood and the last you've transformed into an absolutely different person.” “Well, it's Christmas and I got something great this year.” “Oh really boss, and what could that be?” He leaned in so close to her ear that she could smell his cologne. And then his lips tugged slightly as he whispered. “You. Santa gave me a Jasmine for Christmas.” Jasmine's heart raced, she could feel her heart doing an awkward somersault. She looked at Chad again making sure this was real and she hadn't misheard him. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

Declan and Sebastian cheer behind us, clearly entertained that Liam is encountering that sort of feeling. Not long before we leave the room however, a tremendous structure fills the entryway. "Hello," he gestures at Liam, and afterward turns his look to me. "I'm Felix," he presents himself, without a grin. "I'm Isla," I note his comparability to Liam, their resemblance practically frightening. Felix is built, significantly more so than Liam, and strong. He is tall with earthy colored hair, his face a practically ideal duplicate of Liam. Nonetheless, a meager scar extends from his brow to his cheek, damaging his generally lovely face. Assuming Liam was the Sovereign of Light, Felix would sure

The right hand clears his throat a few times before the people take notice and once, they see him and his family side by side their voice fades out. “Our fire lord has given us, his people, thanks for showing your proper respect on this, the occasion of his daughter becoming a woman.” Felix sounds like he has been trained by the king himself to make public speeches and to speak on the behalf of his fellow mankind. The three of them bow out of respect and the mother makes her way over to the right table, the front right one that is empty and is they’re for the right hand’s house and family. The little girl follows her mother in the same footsteps and ventures to her side. The woman helps her

"Cancel it." Xavier interrupted without even lifting his gaze. "Understood," Felix replied smoothly. "At 9:00 PM, there is a charity auction—" "I said cancel them all." Xavier’s voice turned even colder, his displeased gaze finally snapping up to lock onto Felix’s face. To anyone else, that single look would have been enough to induce trembling and mental chaos. But Felix was one of the few people who truly understood the beast. His brow merely twitched as he snapped the itinerary shut. "I'll make the calls immediately."

I spent most of my time training Kylie and Green and when I was less busy, I utilized my time doing something else that didn't bring me close to Xavier. One evening, while I was returning to the pack house, I was accosted by Felix who seemed to have something urgent to tell me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that whoever had sent him here was Xavier. "What's it this time?" I asked, folding my hands. "There's something I want us to talk about," Felix said in a really calm tone. I sighed and nodded. "What's it about?" "Remember that next week we'd b going for the Royal Hunting Ceremony?"

He’d asked her to help with the tree, and she would find a way to push her own grown up problems aside and give him an afternoon of tree decorating to remember. Once they got started, it was easier to push the awkwardness of both her conversation with Michael and the relaying of the information to Reid aside and concentrate on having fun. Michael requested Christmas music, and even though Reid was hesitant at first, somehow picking up on Melody’s preferences, she insisted that he turn some on so that Michael could decorate his tree with full effect. So Reid had found a kids’ Christmas station on Pandora and refrains of “Frosty the Snowman” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” filled the room

It looked puffy like a bunny's and he chuckled silently and gestured for her to stand but she didn't. “I have offended my master by not being content reading a book alongside him.” “Indeed! indeed!” Said Felix in a dull tone. “However, I did not come to catch you and punish you for it. Instead I have a task for you.” Sasha's eyes widened, “Me?” Felix nodded, “I want to get high. However, I don't want to drink a booze. Can you pick out horror books for me to read?” Sasha hesitatedly nodded, “But your highness,” She said. “Why do you like tragic books?”

Felix chuckled, dropped his backpack onto the ground, and patted his head, "I'm nineteen now, do you really have to keep on giving me hugs every time I come home?" "Of course! I'm just glad you're home safe.” He understood his guardian's paranoia. Wrapping his arms around him, he asked in a low trembling voice, "Their death anniversary is coming up, isn't it?" He felt him tense up in his embrace before nodding. "I bought candles.” "I see.” "Let's go in,” Felix pulled away from the hug and picked up his backpack. Then, he reached out a hand to him with a small bittersweet smile. "It'd be nice to light the candles now, James.”

Byur! "Wow, I've felt more and more Christmas after opening the lid of this can," Nevan said. "So, you're going to celebrate New Year's out of town?" Bellona asked looking at Felix. Felix nodded his head while chewing peanuts slowly. "Hm, I must have been there." "So, I can not follow you," he continued. "Wait!" prevented of Nevan from raising his hand. His brows furrowed, as he looked straight at his two friends in turn. That glance ended the words from Felix's mouth.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she