Street Fighter Felicia Novels & Stories

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"Fine. But don't blame me if I'd break every single bone in your body if I get offensive. I don't plan on being on the defensive anymore." "That is exactly what I want, Luna." Grunting, Felicia gets back on her feet. She wipes the blood trickling down the corner of her lips. I turned to look at Cheryl, she threw her hands up in defense. She got my signal, and began walking away to spectate from afar. "Ready?" I ask, spreading my feet on the ground. "Yes, Luna." With my finger, I then gesture the woman to take the first launch of attack. Her punch was fast, but she's too loud and exerts too much pressure at once. It was easy to dodge as well.

But a number of small sparks from the attack apparently still managed to injure the Flintberg girl. “Ughh...” Felicia quickly turned around and attacked her again. “Well, how about it, plant magical girl? Are you still capable of protecting those trees from my wrath? Haha…” she said loudly while laughing. “Shut up. This is just the beginning,” Frenska replied while dodging the attacks. Felicia attacked from various directions with her spear. Meanwhile, Frenska mostly dodged while occasionally blocking her attacks. TAKK TAKK TAKK

All this time, he has been silent, observing. At first glance, she looks ordinary… weak, but since she began sparring with Sienna a prodigy like himself was quickly able to deduce that she was quite formidable, on par if not greater than Sienna's prowess. Before his eyes, Sienna got pushed back over and over again, if this continues… This is bad. Dante's grip tightened around his dagger. * * * "Shit! shit!! Shit!!!" Felicity repeated like a chant, her chest raised and fell dangerously as she raced into the main mansion and up the stairs.

What did I do to deserve her? “So she’s the one? She’s the bitch that makes you forget your vows, huh?” Felicia said in a low trembling voice. I heaved out a huge sigh before staring at Crystal’s confused face. Her eyes continued shifting between Felicia and me, millions of questions bombarding her mind. I wish I could know what it was she was thinking. “ANSWER ME DAMN IT.” Felicia charged forward, slamming her fists into my stomach. My body arched as a stabbing pain penetrated through my hard exterior into me.

There is even a necklace with a skull hanging around her neck. "Hello, Amelia," Felicia is holding a knife in her right hand, and she is shifting it, playing with its weight. She reminds me of the Joker. "Say hello to stabby-stab; she will arrange your face today," Felicia's eyes are cold like snow, emotionless like ice, but she is different from Ryan. Felicia is showing no signs of having a soul. She is as elegant and beautiful as a distant star, with intelligence showcased in her blue doe-eyes, but something is disturbing with her gorgeous looks. When I look at Felicia, I feel something evil dwelling within her pale skin.

Her voice filled with animosity as she demanded information about the Red Scorpion, the lady's mafia group. "I'm not saying shit. I pledge loyalty to my group. You won't get anything from me, nothing," Felicia taunted, enraging Marcella. Fueled by anger, Marcella punched Felicia in the face, causing her to fall to the floor. Despite the blow's impact, Felicia started laughing, taunting Marcella further. Enraged, Marcella pointed the gun at her head, her finger on the trigger. Marcella pointed the gun at Felicia's head, her finger on the trigger. "If you don't say anything now, you'll be going to hell very early."

Thane began, his voice low, dangerous, “this game you’ve been playing, Kendall—or should I say Felicia?” Felicia swallowed, but forced herself to stay calm. She knew this moment was her only chance to make him see her as something more than a pawn. "I was never Kendall," she said carefully, her voice even, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. "My name is Felicia Gina."

" I challenged. "Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything... And then I'll call you a liar." A snarl ripped out her throat, and she stepped forward. Always so proud. Her honour was everything. "I am not a liar. " "Then admit it. There's something here." She growled again, "their cant be. That's impossible. Ben," Fury hit me like a ton of bricks. "Right. Ben. Your so-called soul mate. Did you ever plan on telling me or was that not on your schedule?"