Felix Miraculous Novels & Stories

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

When he went jogging in grey sweatpants, I would go for a swim in a bikini. At dawn, he did ab workouts on the balcony. So I sat next to him and did core exercises. Neither of us was willing to give in. However, all that bravado on my end was an act. When I saw my bestie’s fox fae, I nearly drooled. Hers wasn’t “mistrained” like Fennrick. Sure, he was not as handsome, but his looks were still miles above any regular guy. My bestie, Lila Merrick, was completely hooked. It took me a few days before she agreed to meet me.

I saw the smooth skin of her wrist, remembered the way her pulse had jumped under my fingers this morning when I'd steadied her on the slopes. "Derek?" She was holding the dice out to me. "You need these for your next turn." Our fingers brushed when I took them. That same electric jolt from this morning. From the attic yesterday. From every accidental touch that wasn't really accidental anymore. Maya pulled her hand back quickly, color rising in her cheeks. "Maya, your turn," Sophie said, oblivious. "Oh! You landed on my property. Pay up." Maya handed over her Monopoly money, still not looking at me.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

It was now my turn to smirk. He lifted up his hand and his smile was replaced with a frown. "What the hell!" He exclaimed. "The ring..." "It's gone, I know." I cut him off. "And it's right here with me." Steve came into the picture with the ring. I teleported over to his side. "Great wait, dear." I smiled. "How..." Sage was about to say something but got interrupted. "It's a recall spell if you don't know." I heard Morgana's voice.

"Sounds like tribulation. The Christians speak about it all the time. Are you Christian?" "God doesn't exist, why should I waste my time following some ancient celebrity?" Felix let out a short laugh and took Elias's hands. "It's not worth it. I'd use the energy to believe in myself." Picking Elias's frail thumb, Felix studied it. The cuticle on this finger was mostly dead because it looked really ugly and brown. It wasn't going to be painful but Felix made sure it was. So, he used his hand to pry the pincers a few centimeters apart and closed it around his cuticle and made sure he picked a generous amount of flesh before snapping it shut and pulling.

She would never understand this family’s cutthroat methods. Patricia was the only innocent one among the three, but she dreaded to think about what might happen once Greg and Christian tainted her mind with manipulative teachings. “Of course not,” Camille said quietly. “My loyalty remains tied to your family.” “Good. Then you’ll have no problem doing this little mission for me, right?” Christian said, his voice turning chipper. Which only meant that bad news was coming, Camille dreaded. “What is it?” “I want you to get close to Michael McGregor.”

Mikhail snorts, “Yeah, that’s what the nice supernaturals think when they meet me. The rest either want to see me dead or are disgusted by my existence.” Michael quirks a brow. “Ne laissez pas l’ignorance des autres diminuer à vos réalisations. Ce que vous êtes n’est pas à craindre, mais à célébrer.” Michael looks at me for translation, but it’s Nevaeh who answers. “He said, Don’t let the ignorance of others diminish your accomplishments. What you are is not to be feared but to be celebrated.” Michael smiles in reply. “Tu parles francais?” Nevaeh smiles, “I took it in high school.” She wraps her arm around Mikhail’s forearm.