Oliver And Felicity Novels & Stories

"But we have so much more to do!" "Not today. Tell me about that guy. I take it you confessed to him? And judging by how busy you have been for the past few days, he is into you too," she playfully wiggled her eyebrows. Willow gave her a sad smile. "It's complicated." "Uh. Speaking of complications... I have to tell you something," Felicity closed the notebook on the table. "I'm going out with Maxon." Willow's eyes widened and she looked at Luke through the window who was standing far at the building entrance with two others, but she knew he was capable of hearing their conversation.

Nate asked. "I know! We can find the author of Felicia's book and ask him about this dance," Oliver suggested. "Hopefully, he is still alive and well. We will research it and talk about it tomorrow on campus," I proposed. "Good! Goodnight, newlyweds," Liz said sarcastically. With that, Oliver said goodbye and left with his cat. *** Oliver's Point of View Night had fallen, and I had to hurry home. I was still having trouble adjusting to my new life routine, and I wondered if I was just unlucky.

Felix noticed the girls were looking over, so he excused himself from his buddies and headed over to Rachel and Olivia's place. “Hi, I'm Felix,” he said, smilingly. "Hello, Felix," Olivia answered, trying not to show how anxious she was. “I'm Olivia.” Felix nodded, “I've heard a lot about you. Rachel speaks highly of you.” Olivia giggled, feeling a bit light-headed. “Well, she's my best friend.” Rachel excused herself and went to talk to other guests. “Beautiful night, isn't it,” Felix said, his gaze fixed on the stars above.

she added with a playful chuckle. Fiona giggled in response, her face flushing with a hint of embarrassment. "There might be some sparks, maybe even a butterfly or two," she admitted, her voice lowering to a whisper. "But what if it doesn't work out?" Celine laughed along with Fiona, her sense of humor providing a brief respite from the turmoil of the day. "Listen, Fiona," she said, her voice turning more serious. "You deserve to be happy. That man is fucking handsome as hell. You better eat him up! Now answer me honestly, do you feel something for Oliver?"

Without any pre-arrangement, he and Megan high-five victoriously. Odell widens his eyes at the two, fully understanding Jared’s previous statement. “Okay, okay. So, now that we’re on the subject. Let’s do a fun fuck, marry, or kill involving just our group.” He shoots a teasing glance at Logan. “I mean we already know that Zoe and Jared are fucking.” Felicity snorts. “Do we really need to throw ourselves in the mix?” “If that’s what you’re into...” Odell shrugs as Felicity cackles and hits him on the back playfully.

“Felix this is Harry Finn, his wife, Ashley and most importantly their son, Oliver.” “Good evening,” Felix bowed her head, lightly. “Oh, a good evening it is!” Ashley walked towards Felix to put her arms around him. “Oh my, you look even more dashing than in the pictures.” “Oh, I’m flattered,” he replied, trying to be as polite as possible. “Thanks ma’am.” “Call me Ashley,” she smiled at him, Felix nodding awkwardly in response. “Oliver dear, come on, introduce yourself properly.” Felix stared at the Oliver as he walked towards him. His gaze was on the floor as he adjusted his blazer.

Oliver exclaimed. He walked into the room and looked at the little baby in Ferris arm. “She looks like her but has your hair colour.....” He spoke, “Ferris....” “Yes...” Ferris looked at him confused. “I am glad you have a complete family now. I am happy for you man. I always wanted to see you happy.” Oliver told him truthfully. A smile formed on Ferris face, “Thank you Oliver for being my friend. You were always in my every thick and thin. I am so happy to have you in my life.” Ferris said honestly.

She had also hoped that they would be together forever but, as fate had it, this was their last. Felicity was in such high moods that she did not get to see the broken pieces in her best friend’s eyes. Her world was filled with flowers as they ate together. She couldn’t ask for more. After they were done, Becky picked up the utensils and left. Felicity escorted her to the door and watched she left. When the door closed, the light that had radiated in her room was forcefully shut. All that remained, was darkness.

Once Alexa disappeared from sight, Olivia immediately turned to Franklin. “I don’t know why, but her attitude has changed lately. Even earlier when she just got home, she already argued with me,” Olivia complained in an affected tone. She looked at Franklin, who was holding back his anger, then glanced at Felicya, who was clearly upset. “Honey, no matter what, Felicya is also your child—our child. Can’t you give a little of your shares to Felicya?” Olivia reached out and gently touched Franklin’s hand on the table.

Stella said, "You didn't come here just to embarrass Linda. You also planned to record a video to show your husband and stir his conscience, right? I noticed your assistant was filming with her phone." "Tsk. Sharp eyes, you got there," said Olivia in disdain. Felicity admired her even more. "Olivia, when do you plan to get a divorce?" Olivia set down her cup and calmly said, "Who said I'm getting a divorce?"