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.

"But believe me, she will soon wish that she was dead," One moment I'm lying on the floor, and the next, I feel a weight on my chest. Felicia is sitting on top of me; her legs are bent by the knees and parked on either side. I blink repeatedly, and goosebumps sting my skin at seeing her beautiful yet deadly face. Felicia is wearing her usual blue tunic, and her blonde hair is kept in a ponytail; she looks like a warrior princess. There is even a necklace with a skull hanging around her neck.

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."

She was now content with what she saw in this little lady. “You pass.” She said. Felicity wondered what she meant by this. She took a step back, made sure she would not inconvenience anyone behind her and bowed her head. After a second she lifted her head. One of the children sneered and made a remark. “Bow lower.” The woman was pleased further and told her child to shut up. She stood from her chair and advanced to her. She closed the distance enough for them to see eye to eye. Felicity did not lift her head, neither did she apologize. She had done nothing wrong and there was no way she was going to soil her dignity to satisfy anyone. It did not matter whether the person was a god or a demon

Ben asked as he nibbled the last spoonful of fried rice. "Come on big bro, you know you don't have to ask that question, you already know who the best cook here is," Jessica said playfully eyeing Rachel. "If eyes were bullets," Rachel said rolling her eyes playfully in return. "Thank your stars they are not bullet if not you would be dead by now," Mitchell said as she laughed.