Felix X Marinette Novels & Stories

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

Le professeur viendra pour la suite. Le mercredi soir les filles se rendent pour travailler en groupe. Marinette était déjà là avant elle afin de ne point subir les sanctions du groupe. Alors que tous étaient là fille comme garçon les présentations de font jusqu'au tout de cette dernière. Nous t'écoutons dit Taty - Je m'appelle Marinette Da Cruz. J'ai 13 ans . Soit la bienvenue ma grande. Ici nous sommes une famille donc sache que tu es en famille.

Felix shrugged innocently. “What? You needed new clothes. And I get a discount from Marie if I buy in bulk!” I knew that wasn’t true, but I let it slide. Marie had sent over about seven bathing suits, two cover-ups, and about twenty breezy dresses and two-piece sets. My jaw dropped at the assortment. Felix ran his hand over the silky shine of one of the sundresses. “I like this one,” he said, his voice husky. “That dress leaves very little to the imagination,” I remarked.

I mumble under my breath. "What?" Zach sounds taken aback at my outburst, and I can't blame him, to him what I said probably doesn't make a lick of sense. "Who's Kenton, Amaris?" Glendon asks, his voice gentle. "He's…Kenton is the one who helped me through my first shift." 'Mate', my wolf yaps excitedly at the mention of his name. 'Tell them he's our mate.' No!

Felix said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. If there was one person he despised most, it was Susan Jasper and he sure as hell wasn’t about to slink away now. He locked eyes with Susan and said loudly, “I’m going to marry Xena no matter what. Unlike you — even after having a kid, you’ll still be nothing more than a homewrecker.”

He smiled and pecked her on her lips as he said, “They’re all there. They’re safe.” She let out a sigh of relief before muttering, “Thank Goddess.” Then she reached out to grab her purse from the table and looked for the folded note of names Ellia gave her before handing it over to Xandar. This was another thing he forgot. Lucianne leaned back into Xandar’s chest as he unfolded the paper with his other hand to read the contents. Marie Martin. Alfred Cummings. Piere Whitlaw. Patrick Dupont. Helena Tanner. “Helena Tanner.” Xandar muttered. He didn’t know anyone by that name in his government.

"May be I can help..." He looked at Sarah. "I am sorry if I gave you wrong idea Mr. Marino... I don't mean anything else other than dance." She said honestly. Massimo looked down at her and Smirked. "Don't worry, I am not into married woman... And you are way too soft for me Sarah, I like wild Tigress not a innocent dove like you... But i must say Xavier is a fool to dance with someone else when he has a stunning wife like you..." Sarah looked at him with frown.

Three years later... “Sir, the finalist students are already waiting for you at the conference area,” Marie – his secretary notify him. “Do the honor to announce the winner to them,” Axel handed her the data of the winner. Axel Aiden Hodreal is a twenty-eight-year-old interior designer with his own business, A's Creative Design Co. He also owns the Philippines' largest vineyard, which is located at La Union. Axel is usually quiet, distant, and a workaholic since his grandparents died. He’s still a bachelor despite his charismatic look and good physical characteristics.

Happy. I zoomed in on the plaque next to the painting. *Second Place - Watercolor* *"Morning in Montmartre"* *Felix Laurent, 23* Felix Laurent. Not Marcus. Felix. I sat back. Stared at the photo. The man I'd married wasn't Marcus Laurent. He was Felix Laurent. Marcus's younger brother. The family had substituted one son for the other. Why? Marcus refused? James Laurent needed the merger too badly to let that stop him? So he sent Felix instead?

Furthermore, with the intensified heat in his heart and mind, Xavier snapped, "All right. I'll do it now if that's what you really one!" "Go ahead!" Margie persistently ordered. She had nothing to scare of although she would give up her Luna title afterwards. To her, it was better to live like an omega than staying in a castle with a hypocrite like Xavier. "I, Xavier Brown of Brown Iris Pack, reject you, Margareth Velvela, as my chosen mate. From today and later, you are not my Luna, wife, or even a mate." Xavier firmly asserted with his stern yet mad face.