Novelas y relatos de Felix Harper

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.

Frederick said. "Your small gesture means the world to me, Mr. Lester. It's deeper than the seas and higher than the mountains," Felix replied, his eyes determined as he insisted on bowing deeply! Frederick and Byron hurriedly helped him up. Even Frederick looked at this rough man with newfound respect. After all, Felix was a self-made tycoon from Aston State. He was daring and decisive. It was this determination that allowed him to carve out his own territory in Centropolis among the wealthy elite.

There was no room for him to dodge or lie. "I'm tired. I just came back yesterday afternoon.” "From where?" "Waterford. I'm celebrating Christmas with Mickey." "That prisoner you released?" Tyler's tone was disbelieving. "Who went with you there?" “Harper, Heidi, and Leo. It's a family gathering," Alex replied smugly. He knew Tyler wouldn't like it if he had just gone out with Harper yesterday. Just like Bennedict Morton, the man was completely against his relationship with Harper, even though they loved each other.

Felix says, and we all burst into giggles again. I love how they were able to give super heartfelt advice and then toned it down with a ridiculous joke. I feel like I can trust the two of them, even though we just met. “We can,” Jamie confirms, nodding her wolfy head. “Nothing changes for me,” Felix says, back to serious mode. “You’re still Xeny, my friend who kicked Harper’s butt. Maybe no that that’s out of the closet, we can learn to share more.” They look directly at me, and I do my best not to betray my discomfort by biting my lip.

"I'm going to let everyone know what Harper really is." He logged into the Werewolf Dark Web and started typing. I watched the screen, and my heart sank. WANTED TARGET: Harper (formerly of Silverclaw) CRIMES: Treason, Mass Poisoning, Threat to All Wolfkind REWARD: Ten Million Dollars Liam's fingers flew across the keyboard as a string of vicious lies appeared on the screen: "Harper has been confirmed as a deep-cover operative for a fanatical anti-werewolf organization. She planted a slow-acting poison in the 'Serenity' potion in an attempt to assassinate elite werewolf warriors."

Hazel grumbles. “Tell me about it. I haven’t ridden anything across the finish line in months, and my wolf is getting seriously bitchy.” Felix's voice comes out exasperated.“I know. I’m tired of fucking my hand. It’s seriously pathetic. I mean, look at me, I was made to be worshiped.” “God, you too? Fuck it, just find someone else then,” Hazel says flippanly.

Though he seemed to be about twice the size I remembered… “Ta-da! The man Harper has returned from Spain as a dominant alpha!” “No, seriously, who are you?” * * * Who is Harper? He was honest, energetic, and bright, but went through endless terrible incidents and gradually became more depressed, unwillingly became pregnant and even had a miscarriage, and ultimately lost his own life—truly a man of tragic fate… or rather, he was a ‘dominant omega.’ With blond hair and green eyes, a pitiful appearance, short stature, androgynous features, and a herbivorous beautiful boy style like a baby hamster… I think the novel definitely described him that way.