Novel & Cerita Felix X Oswald

She could see now that it wasn’t a necessary thing to have done. Felix was born while they were huddled together like eggs in an egg carton in the bomb shelter. The birth was a long and complicated one. It resulted in a damaged foot for him and death for his mother. Having assisted with the birthing, Olga carried a heavy guilt over what had happened. It didn’t matter that none of them were trained for such an event and that they’d managed to save Felix even if they couldn’t save his mother. She kept wondering if someone else in the group might have done it better.

“I stood outside, I almost went in but realised the foolishness of such an action. I turned around to leave when Milo, Mr Westerby saw me. He was so smug Felix, he knew he had taken me for everything and that if he caught me in the right mood again, he could take me for another expensive ride.” Oliver placed his free hand over his, scrunched into agony. “We fought, in the alleyway at the bag like dogs. Then I hit him with a piece of wood and…he’s dead Felix. I killed a man.” Felix sat in a stunned silence. The honeymoon was well and truly over. “Were you seen, has it been reported?” “His death was in the gossip papers because of his association with the Falcon but I have not seen anything el

He was going to think about it another time and he was sure to find a solution to it. Looking at Xavier, Oswald was surprised to find him smiling while deep in thought. Oswald frowned when he saw this and wondered why the hell Xavier was happy. He was supposed to be racking his brain about the matter, yet he was completely relaxed and smiling. "Say, Xavier, tell me, you look happy which is unusual, tell me why." Oswald smiled as he broke the silence. "Huh.." Xavier froze, "I thought you wouldn't notice." "Tell me what's it?"

Everyone sighs deeply in relief when I hear the wheels screeching on the asphalt, indicating that they’re gone. Beware of the Fox? These four words are keep playing on my mind even Francois is long gone. Fox? FOX Fuck! François Oscar Xavier. François Oscar Xavier is the Fox.

Wentworth said as I opened the door. “Take care Wentworth,” I said and walked out of his office. Felix and I took the stairs down to the training area and I could almost feel the silence as everybody stopped and looked at us. Felix’s picture was on the memorial wall and he stopped in front of it and took it down. “I never liked this picture,” Felix said as he shoved the framed photo into the dustbin. “Welcome back Felix,” Michael O’Grady said as he walked up to Felix. “Thanks, but we’re not back,” Felix said.