Felix From Encanto Novels & Stories

A stranger was standing in front of her, since all seats were taken, while reaching out a hand to her. “I don’t know what happened, but…” he started to say with a small hesitant smile. “It’s Christmas, so cheer up” “Huh?” she frowned, confused. Then she looked down at his hand and noticed that he was offering her his handkerchief. Realization hit her and she quickly brought a hand to her face. True enough, her cheeks were damp. “T-Tears?”

Melancholy, regret, earnestness and tenderness, all mixed into one. “Ok,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Then tell me what you can. Who are you really?” Felix narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head. “I’m exactly who you think I am,” he says. “Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.”

Felix continued, "When brother saw that bloody fetus that day, you were unconscious. But I was there. I saw my brother that time. He was so broke that fetus. He was heartbroken. I didn't have any words to say to console him. I was shocked. My brother was crying like crazy that day. But he stood in front of you strongly. My brother, in front of you he never let you understand his suffering. But I am the witness of how many tears he had secretly shed. He wanted to be a father. And today he is the father of another doll. His dream came true. But he did not have the good fortune to see her or caress her. My only regret is that our princess does not get the caress of her father. Brother Rex would

"But your name is Felix." "We're both Felix." He says. "That's what our father wanted. He didn't want the world to know we were his sons, so he created a character and made us both play the role. I guarantee you, nobody noticed. Not even you." But she had noticed. Subtle changes. Never in his appearance, but in his personality. Even now, she can see the difference between the two of them. One is much calmer. The one sitting before her is more violent. He's the one she handed to Ferdinand. He's the one who told Felix—Richie—to bring her here.

Her heart quickened as she realized where she was—not with her brother and his gang but surrounded by them. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Bastian. But there were too many faces. Not even Anthony or his friends stood out. Then, a hand extended toward her. Belle turned and found a young man smiling warmly at her. "Hi, Margarita. I’m Felix.” Her eyes lingered on his sharp jawline, cleft chin, light brown curls, and wide, honest eyes. "Be—uh, I mean, Margarita." Belle shook his hand. “You two here alone?”

But was Felix ordinary? "Yes, sir! Felix previously lived in Avesburgh and Canraville. He seems to be an Oceanus Realm master, and his medical skills definitely rank in Dragonia's top ten. He briefly dated Xena Summers, the Phoenix Warlord, and has had quite a lot of contact with Lady Nala." After hearing this detailed report, the elderly man took a few deep breaths. "Indeed, he's no ordinary person. Don't alert him yet. I need to request someone's help."

Anita said, Felix sighed, his heart heavy with the weight of his dilemma. "Anita, my love, I understand that you believe in his goodness, but the world we come from does not allow for such innocence. Alfredo may say he loves you, but his loyalty lies with his power and control. I cannot bear to see you hurt." Felix said, Anita's eyes glistened with tears as she whispered, "But dad, I love him. I can't imagine my life without him." Anita said,

“I will be washing you with lukewarm water, massaging with my acupunctures techniques, and finally, a fine grooming— it will be so relaxing that you would hope this to last all day—” PAK! Felix throws a cat slap on my face. When I came to, she’s already halfway to the house, which is about twenty steps away. Why is she running there for…? “Anyone want to catch her?” I asked. They refused by shaking their head. Ah, right… Felix is the second strongest after Dómr. “Not a single one of you is allowed to run away.” I warned them. “COME BACK!!!” Then I immediately chased Felix.

A piece of the ceiling crashed down near the altar. Félix knelt in front of me, taking both of my hands. "Don't think, Emma. Feel. Look at me. Forget the monsters. Forget the Council. Just look at Lixie." I looked into his forest-green eyes. I saw the dimples in his cheeks, the wild rebellion in his soul, and the unconditional protection he was offering. "Good," he whispered. "Now, give me your fire." He leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine.

Felix held Bradley's hand tightly, his eyes shining, and he said in a childish and tender voice, "Daddy, can I pretend to be the son of the beautiful woman?" Bradley asked, "Why?" "Because... Tinkerbell is no longer here!" Felix made up a serious story. "If I call her 'Mommy', she might think I'm her son. Who knows? Maybe she won't continue sleeping anymore!" "Then, you can give it a try." Felix held Esther's hand and prepared himself emotionally before sweetly calling out, "Mommy, it's me, Felix. Please open your eyes and look at me!"