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Liam commented. “If I would have been more reckless, I may have saved my parents. I will not sit on the sidelines ever again,” replied Felix. “Of course, my lord.” “Liam, it’s Felix, we don’t need the attention, and I really have nothing to back to, to be a lord.” There was silence for a bit. This Felix guy was from the royal blood line, Sebastien lied, it’s not a surprise, he like to seem tougher than what he was.

I was happy for him, but when I turned around, I found myself looking into his eyes, shining like a sky full of stars. “Chloe, I like you. Will you be with me?” It was the first time Felix called me just by my name, and it was the first time I realized how beautiful my name sounded. I smiled and said, “Okay.” Just one word, and it completely unraveled him. He pulled me into his arms, and the rapid beating of our hearts gave us away. So, when I made my birthday wish, I had one selfish thought. “Felix, I want you to be safe and happy, always.”

You will surely regret it,' he snarled as he kept looking at them thinking of ways on how to degrade Felix's image in Celia's eyes. On the other hand, Felix and Celia being ignorant of Nick's expression kept glancing at each other, "Thank you for your compliment! However, I don't think I'm that handsome Miss Celia," Felix scratched his cheek embarrassedly as he stole a glimpse at her. "Miss Celia again? Please call me by my name Felix." "Ah! Alright! I'll keep that in my mind now."

He stepped forward, “Joeline love, what's the meaning of this?, and who is this boy?” I couldn’t take my eyes off Joeline. Off the boy. Something was not right. A thousand thoughts spiraled in my head, all leading to one question I wasn’t ready to ask: Is he…? Joeline's eyes flickered to Elijah for a while before they landed squarely on me. “This is Felix” she paused, pulling the boy forward, “I and Xavier's son!!!”

" I asked. I had forgotten that I didn't even know his name. "My name is Felix." he introduced himself and I mumbled his name under my breath. We stayed there for a while and I noticed that he was fun to be with. He was a very jovial person and a little bit talkative. We chatted and he told me a little about himself, his favorite and I found out that we almost have the same thing in common. I begged him to lend me his phone and I used it to call my father.

Willy said. “I can’t believe what I am hearing; your organization is quite magnanimous,” Magdalene said exuberantly. “Yes; you can say that again. I guess our baby should be called Edwin?” Willy said. “Edwin? No, it’s too common. I would suggest we call him Felix,” Magdalene said. “As the husband in this house, my words should stand; besides, the baby will turn into a happy friend,” Willy said. “Come over that, Willy. Well, let’s go for Edwin,” Magdalene said with a smile. “You are now talking,” Willy said, and the twosome laughed uncontrollably.

"G—" Wait. I couldn't introduce myself as Gwen. Felix might not be a spy for Lorenzo— hopefully— but the more people knew my name, the easier it would be for him to find me. "Ella. I'm Ella." I said. "Ella... It doesn't suit you. Too plain and simple." Felix mumbled. "That's mean. Ella is a really pretty name." "I didn't say it wasn't pretty; I said it was too plain and simple for you." He replied as he took out a small piece of cloth from his bag and began wiping his camera.

And I suspected that it was because of his Alpha genes. "That's nice. What about you, Lily?" "I made another friend; it's a boy from our class, and he is cute," she said. "What is his name?" I asked. "Felix, he is so blonde," she said. "I don't like him, and if he makes kiss noises at my sister, I will box his ear," Elijah warned. "Okay, that's enough; no one is fighting anyone; now come and eat," I said, and we left their room.

"Felix." The baby smiled wider as if he was responding positively to the name. They didn't have to discuss it further, that wide toothless smile was enough evidence that it was indeed the perfect name. His small golden eyes, which were exact replicates of his father's, gleamed with an innocence that he and Isabella wanted to protect so much. He didn't know that he could be motivated even more than he already was. Cupping the back of Felix's head gently, he leaned in and kissed his forehead through the blanket. He was almost scared to touch him with how small and fragile he looked. Then, with another teary smile, he said, "Felix is perfect."

she pointed to me. Felix's head snapped to me as he bent down and took some of my straight, saightly-damp-from-sweat hair between his fingers. “Can you do something Felix?” Darcy asked. “Always mon cherie,” he turned to me, “your hair is soft. Just needs a wash and curl. My name is Felix, yours?” his smile was blinding. “Taylor,” my hunger was temporarily forgotten. Felix seemed like such a nice guy. “Alright Taylor, we'll get started.”