Lee Felix Age Novels & Stories

She was clear and concise, and very logical in her recounting. The older lady at the next table hadn't noticed them at first, but she was attracted by Felise's voice. She couldn't resist striking up a conversation. She asked Gabriella, "Young lady, how old is your daughter? She speaks so well. My son is already in elementary school and can't speak clearly at all." Felise grinned as she said, "I'm four years old this year!" "Only four?" The older lady was shocked. Her eyes were full of affection as she looked at Felise.

“He said it kept him occupied when Enzo wasn’t ordering him around.” “So Lance has surprisingly nimble hands…That’s really hard to picture.” “Right?” Isabella then handed him the scarf. “Here! It’s almost four months late but…Happy birthday, Felix.” He felt the fabric in his palms. Felix knew that it was his cue to smile and happily express his gratitude, but his bitterness caught up to him. “I’m 19 years old.”

My gaze didn’t move from Genevieve’s as I answered. My name, my birthday, my school….the answers didn’t need more than a second before I gave them. Then he asked, “How old are you, Felix?” That too was easy “Twenty.” The room froze over instantly; even Gene stopped breathing. The doctor stared at his clipboard; then looked at me. His gaze was slow, gentle, almost too gentle. “Felix, what year do you think this is?” His voice was cautious, like he feared I would bolt from the room. I frowned; what sort of stupid question was that?

'I am grateful, Felix, and honoured, but—' 'But you're going to stick with that bastard you married?' Felix's voice, always a little nasal, rose irritably as he drew a quick breath into his barrel of a chest. She saw that his hair was slightly greyer than it had been the last time she had seen him. His mouth looked pinched in his fleshy face, and he sounded altogether more angry than anguished. For the first time in their acquaintance she wondered if perhaps Felix's desire for a speedy marriage was prompted more by his need to fmd a keeper for his three wildly out of control children than by affection for a woman who was eighteen years his junior.

Felix saw her knock the folders to the floor and hurried over to assist her in gathering them. Moving closer to them, Leo saw Ellen look at Felix and heard her ask him, "What are you doing here?" As they stood up from packing all the folders, Leo asked them, "Do you know each other?" "Yes, Leo, I know her," Felix answered Leo as he smiled at Ellen. "We meet again," Felix said to Ellen as he extended his hand in a shake to introduce himself. "Hi, I’m Felix, Leo’s cousin."

I saw thirty to thirty five adults if I excluded the kids running around. The old lady was famous for throwing parties in the city. “Tessa, Logan, I have been waiting for you.” Felix approached us. “Hello, Felix.” I greeted him. “Oh, come on, give me a hug. We’re friends.” He opened his arms and about to hug me but Logan blocked him with a glare. “You are not her friend, Felix and don’t forget that your pregnant wife is wandering around and you know her mood swings.” Logan scolded him.

"So how short?" "Shut up." Even as I say the words, I smile and Felix does, too. I tip my chin and straighten my back against the chair. "What’s your guess?" Felix’s eyes drag from mine, down my body, then back up again. Being his usual over-dramatic self, he crosses an arm over his chest and touches his thumb to his bottom lip. He nods as his eyes rove me in another sweep and I just sit there, watching his every move in amusement before he says, "5’1."

"How? Do you remember me? " Belle was like a psychic as if she understood Felix's thoughts, the girl smiled sweetly and tilted her head, trying to tease Felix. They had not seen each other since Felix graduated from college in Andalusia. They are not too close, but Felix's name is quite famous in the media because he is the grandson of a wealthy businessman who almost controls the entire mining sector. Belle had recognized from the start, seeing from the side of the cafe, Felix's face was clearly visible, that's why she entered and wanted to sit down to drink tea with Felix. "No, who are you?" asked Felix, frowning, he still did not recognize who Belle really was.

The wonderful days they had together flashed across Felix's mind like a movie. "Felix, it's Silvia's birthday today and we'll go over to her house to celebrate her birthday. Make sure you wish her later, okay?" Mrs. Xavier took Felix's hand and said. That year, Silvia was only two years old, and Felix was only four years old. However, he could still remember clearly what happened that day. On that day, he went to Silvia's house with his parents to attend her birthday party. That was the first time when Silvia called him "Felix" with her soft and tender voice. It was so memorable that he had never forgotten about it up till now.

Christopher's POV His name was Felix. He told us in the cab back to the hotel, easy and unhurried, like the three of us had simply decided to continue the evening somewhere more private and there was nothing unusual about it, which, in the way he carried himself, there apparently wasn't. He was mid-twenties, lean and easy in his skin, professional about what he did in the particular way people were professional about things they had fully committed to without apology.