Jmfelic Novels & Stories

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

Susan chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. “Who said a substitute has to look alike? Zelda Liamson,” she continued, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper, “don’t you ever think about it? James Ferguson is cold and ruthless. He’d step over a dying man without a second thought. So why did he take you in, treat you so well from the very beginning, when Miachel begged him on his knees to take you? Do you think you’re so special? Oh, Zelda Liamson, are you still naive enough to believe someone can be kind without a reason?”

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I was busy admiring the epitome of beauty when the teacher jolted me out of my thoughts "can you introduce yourself to everyone"Mr Williams asked ushering me to talk "right" I answered still not taking my eyes off the beautiful damsel "I'm joel frickson,I got a transfer from new city high to kimkelly high.I hope I make a good classmate to everyone" I said and the class got noisy again and whispers and murmurs were heard from the girls. Yeah I've got cool great muscular voice

Feli forgot that her name was currently Jolicia Floy, not Felicity Jolicia Addison. Meanwhile, someone in front of her squinted suspiciously. This person was watching Feli's movements while guessing. Feli opened her eyes again, then laughed stiffly. "Ahaha... I mean... my name is F-Floy, Sir, Jolicia Floy." "You're suspicious." "Huh? Wh-what's suspicious? My name is really Jolicia Floy?" doubted Feli who unconsciously sounded like she was asking a question. "You asked me your name?" the person asked incredulously.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Valentine said madly. "I agree, she's not even taking the student council president position even though that's for her and just wandered around like she had already graduated," Lady Jasmine also complained. Lady Jasmine Mortis Jam is the heir to the dukedom of Jam from the western territory. She also has the same age as me and she has beautiful blue eyes and purple hair. "Stop complaining, if someone hears you, all of you will be troubled," I told them as we walked towards the private room in the school library.

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Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.