Street Fighter Felicia Novels & Stories

Kelly asked. “Darling, let me help you.” She assisted her to sit well. “I am Felicia, I found you on the road beaten up. You don’t have to panic, I am here to help you.” She didn’t doubt the possibility the chants and spells didn’t work, she trusted Luna with all her life. And indeed, it did work because Kelly asked her what her name was, what year it was and all the questions someone who doesn’t recall asked. Felicia answered them with eyes filled with promises, making Kelly trust her immediately. “I will bring you something to eat.” She left and locked the door behind her.

I felt like I had ants crawling all over me. I looked at Felicia, feeling very cautious. "What do you want?" I asked. "Leave the cast; leave the entertainment industry. Do that, and I’ll let you go today. If not, I won’t be kind. You must have heard rumors about me," Felicia said. Her small eyes bore into me, and her knuckles cracked loudly. I could tell Felicia was trained. She was definitely formidable. My confidence faltered. I probably couldn’t beat Felicia.

"Bastard, do you have a weapon?" Taking this opportunity, Fidelia continued to use a razor to cut a line on the opponent's face so fast that the opponent could not resist. Fidelia knew that she would be injured if she did not fight back. Fidelia hugged her stomach, moved closer to her opponent, and directly gave her several more kicks in the stomach until she collapsed to the ground and begged Fidelia to stop. "Please forgive me."

"You seemed pretty angry at Rose during lunch. You even called her a bitch. What changed your mind?" Felicia bites her lip and looks away from me, and I know what her answer will be even before she speaks. "I changed my mind because I realized that if I had a body like Rose's, I'd do exactly what she did," she says, sounding more ashamed than I've ever heard her. "The only reason I can't is because I'm barely fourteen and the soldiers here aren't interested in me like that." "You'd sleep with a soldier for food?"

Every downed rogue was replaced by two more. Felicity saw it too. Her laughter echoed through the hall as she launched herself at me again, forcing me to commit fully just to keep her away from the staircase. Time stretched into brutal seconds. Strike. Block. Dodge. My muscles screamed. Sweat dripped into my eyes. Felicity fought with reckless abandon, ignoring her own injuries entirely, her singular focus on getting past me—getting to Ellie—making her dangerously unpredictable. I couldn’t disengage. If I fell, even for a moment—

and the door was left a bit ajar by mistake, enough for nosey people to peek. And that’s what exactly Eira did as curiosity got the best of her and she peeked in. As she peeked into the room, she saw the fighter who was fighting in the ring talking to someone and that someone was a person you were familiar with. Maceo Gonzalez. He was in the same group as Sorin and they were close friends. She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open.

“I usually warm up with some simple sparring. I’ll hold my hands up, you throw me your best punches. We’ll start there and move on when you feel confident.” Felicity wasted no time getting into stance. She angled her body, putting most of her weight to her front foot, leaving her back foot raised. Her fists were raised and ready to go. I put my hands up, “Don’t go easy on me.” She smiled, “I wouldn’t dream of it.” She landed punch after punch to my palms, never missing a single hit no matter how often I changed positions. “Time to try and actually hit me.” She nodded, swinging and missing her first hit, but just barely. She was exceptionally quick.

he hissed into my ear. "I will scream and then rip your throat out if you don't let go of me right now." But my confidence was shaky like my voice. Greg was a powerful man, not built like Jimmy but still strong enough to overwhelm me. My fists clenched against my pinned sides, there was no way this guy was hurting me. "Who are you fucking Selene? Drop the fiancee act - you're quitting your career for some dick? That's not you. Maybe I'll drop your name to the police and suggest you've left town because you're involved in this casino shitshow. How about that?"

“I know we have tests. But we can have fun today and study tomorrow!” She face-palmed at that and shook her head. She was about to get back to studying when she felt something soft hit her head. Looking up, she saw Jess smiling goofily at her, holding a couple of pillows. She had a feeling about what was happening but just to confirm, she looked down on the floor, and true enough, one of her pillows was there. “Oh, you are going down, Jessica Kim!” she bellowed before grabbing the pillow and throwing it at her friend for revenge.

Spencer's face was deceptively disarming. He was still extremely handsome, even with the fresh bruises from his fight with Zane. If anything, the injuries just added a hint of rugged charm to his handsome features. Felicia's anger deflated the moment she saw him. Her fierce expression melted into a blush, like a shy schoolgirl. She lowered her fist from the door, smoothed her uniform, and put on a pitiful look. "Who are you? Do you know the woman in there?"