Felix X Marinette Novels & Stories

“Try to talk about work? Okay, I get it. I won’t. We can talk about other things though. Anything. That’s why we’re both here, isn’t it? To try to get to know each other better.” Felix exhaled and looked away in response. “Mr Felix? Felix?” “What?” Felix scoffed at him. “You want to know about me? Fine. My name is Felix. My favourite colour? It’s actually grey. What else? Maybe my favorite food? Okay, It’s pizza. Oh and my best friend? Joanna, my elder sister. Wanna know what I love the most? Being alone and people who respect that and give me my personal space. Wanna know what I hate the most? When people like you try to get close to me. Interested in knowing my biggest wish? Sure, I’ll tel

He scrunched his face, grabbing unto his chest to feign pain, "ow! You've hurt my fragile heart. Here I was, thinking your stony heart would never open up to anyone ever again. Care to tell me who she is?" Damien growled, his eyes shut tight and the red in his irises burned ominiously, "the smell of her fear is exquisite, I'd have really enjoyed this if this was one of those years I'd loved the hunt. Then there's also that scent I cannot really put my hands on. It's unlike anything I've ever felt in all my years of living. Tell me Marcellus, what is that scent she wears?" "Urgh!" Marcellus grunted when the silver burned deeper into his forehead. He panted. "Why don't you tell me how you foun

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

he waved his arm to indicate the room, “lies a special license. And our neighbour happens to be a retired bishop, a long-time friended my late father’s, who will be only too thrilled to officiate at my wedding. If you truly wish it, I’ll ride over tomorrow morning and we can be married before luncheon, after which we had better get back to London. Does that programme meet with your approval?” Margaret leaned forward and placed her glass on the table. Then she turned to Felix, letting her hands slide under the edge of his robe. “Oh, yes,” she purred. “Most definitely.” Felix looked down at her, a glint in his eyes. “You, madam, are proving to be every bit as much a houri as I suspected.” Marg

It was the beauty of the sea shore, but as beautiful as it was, it had been a harbinger of one of the worst criminals in Lagos " Fasting " He was the crime boss, the godfather of the alley, the weaponizer, he had been very careful, hiding his tracks, avoiding the law seemed like his forté, Fasting was smart, cunning, deceitful, a ghost, a criminal, a killer. He had to be stopped, and today, would be that day, he wouldn't get away this time, the line was drawn, it was simple, most importantly, it was personal. Sunday was a member of a secret agency, like Fasting, he had his alias, as a secret agent, he was instinctive, fast, clever, ruthless, disciplined, a trained officer, but his alias, and

Saber Marchand. “My pleasure… Please take care of our Marius well, Mr. and Mrs. Marchand…” replied Sister Xaveria. “Don’t worry… We’ll take care of Marius really well… We’ll still come here again every year until the day we can adopt Marvelo to live together with us…” said Mrs. Emily Marchand. “Okay… Let’s go, Marius… We’re going home right now…” said Mr. Saber gently and softly. “A moment please…” said Marvelo suddenly.

“Take notes.” Felix pulled out an empty chair at the very foot of the table and watched. He noticed one of the men at the table with Wren looked familiar but he couldn't put a name to the face. He sat there for almost an hour listening to them talking about integrating Morell’s shipping routes into Ellington’s system. Felix knew the protocols like he knew the back of his hand because he designed them. One of the junior analysts gave a wrong assumption about their warehouse in Rotterdam, and it made Felix clench his teeth.

“How?” Marnie frowned at her mother’s confusion. “The man you sent.” “Man?” Nim blinked. Disseus was just as curious. “I don’t remember his name. He was a golden sort of man. Good-looking creature.” Marnie breathed. “Too good-looking it would seem.” Marnie’s husband, Aardix Mane, remarked. “Sebastian.” Nim and Disseus said in unison. “Yes. That’s it!” Marnie exclaimed. Failing to notice Aardix’s disapproving frown.