Street Fighter Felicia Novels & Stories

She hit the earth hard. “Shit!” Chelsea grunted. “She’s draining me. She’s—dammit!” “Pivot!” Charlie shouted, slamming his staff down. “Tora—shield her! Cheyenne, push left!” “I’m a little busy!” Cheyenne snapped as she ducked a streak of dark energy and rolled across the dirt. “Someone tell this bitch this isn’t her birthday party!” “NOW, NALIA!” A streak of fire split the sky. Nalia descended like a comet, Saelari unleashed in a scream of gold and crimson. Her wings stretched wide, heat pulsing from her very soul. She slammed into the vines, burning them away from Chelsea’s body.

The sounds were rhythmic—wooden objects striking each other, interspersed with grunts of exertion. "What on earth...?" I murmured, retracing my steps. Peeking through a small opening in the garden wall, I was astonished. Eliza stood in the center of the courtyard, engaged in combat training. She moved with surprising grace, blocking and striking at her opponent—a young female warrior I didn't recognize. "That's better, Miss Eliza!" the instructor called out. "Now try the combination I showed you yesterday." Eliza executed a complex series of movements, ending with a strike that nearly connected with her instructor's shoulder.

Her speed, and brute strength, Felicia could not Dodge the attack in time. While Felicia stumbling to gain her footing backward, without giving Felicia time to breathe, Betty immediately followed her and swings her weapon downward at her, this time Felicia stumbled to the floor barely blocked the strike as it violently crashes the ground but before she moved away from any further, Betty sends a kick to her side of her stomach. "Push! Felicia spat out a bit of blood, due to the kick she was sent flying backward from the ground. Felicia rolled a few times with the help of the stick, she struck them to the ground to stop the momentum.

Felicia buried her head even lower. Lalisa stood there, her feelings toward Felicia long gone. Felicia was like Jinx in some ways; Jinx wanted to destroy her leaving no value in her existence, just to catch the attention of Mo Tian Su; and Felicia, her former friend, had used cunning tactics to stab her in the back and even attempted to kill her. “Felicia, look up,” Lalisa stood there and spoke. She wanted to verify something. ... Felicia sat there, burying her head even lower, almost as if trying to touch the ground.

sound burst into her ears while she was lying on the tiny mattress with a small blanket to cover herself, prompting her to open her eyes, which were somehow red with stress. Sitting straight and in a defensive posture, “huala,” the cell door opened, which had not happened in a long time. Felicia, who had not seen a single human creature in what seemed like an eternity, suddenly saw one, and it was a familiar face, a face that she had torn apart so many times in her fantasies that only hatred remained for her. “You, traitorous and disloyal servant! What do you want from me?” Felicia angrily asked, her venomous remarks intended towards the woman who had just entered the jail.

I can imagine him just bringing me down already. "Start" I heard as they blew up the whistle. Mrs Camilla was not left out, as they all sat on the high table and watched us. I could remember her telling me never to let my opponent figure weak me, that was just an empty body. I had a smile at that. Back to reality, my opponent attacked me first and punched me right on my face. I was still getting used to the punch, then I felt another one on my abdomen. I looked up at my boss and her face was vague, it didn't show she was either happy or sad.

I shrug. "So, your caveman antics weren't about desire. Instead, it was to remind me I belong to you?" I suddenly realize that I haven't truly seen Felicia angry before. Her dark eyes flash with emotion, and the red on her cheeks is captivating. After her orgasm, her hair is even wilder than normal, and she looks... magnificent. I feel my erection press even more urgently against my zipper. "Look, why don't we talk about this once we get home?" "Fine."

“Tell me the name of the motherfucker who did this to you and believe me, if I don't do worse to her, my name definitely isn't Felicia." Felicia couldn't stop foaming. From the moment Alicia had walked through the door with Sarah helping her as support into the flat, her heart had jumped at her flat mate's unrecognizable swollen face. She had been planning all day that she and Alicia should at least go out for dinner, immediately she came back and was so shocked seeing the outcome on Alicia’s face.

His eyes stayed locked on me, like I was the one doing the talking. “What are you waiting for, Justin?” Felicia pressed, making sure the little audience in the store stayed hooked. “Aren’t you going to make this woman apologize to me? She shoved me, and I fell. At my age, that’s unacceptable!” Justin finally tore his gaze from me to glance at her—before snapping back to me. “Apologize to her. Right now.” I laughed under my breath. Oh, this was rich. Felicia’s smirk was already peeking through her fake mask, like she was celebrating a victory before the whistle blew.

As we play I immediately know who Felicia is targeting. Me. She kept throwing the ball at me every time she got it. Adrian and Ollie tried to cover me, but we got separated. I have to admit, Felicia has quite some strength in her arm, probably from playing softball. But I'm better. The bitch threw the ball straight at me, aiming for the head, despite the coach saying not to do that. I stood still, not even trying to avoid the shot. As the ball reached me, I effortlessly caught it, took aim and with a quick swing of my arm I threw it back at the blonde. The ball hits her right in her bare stomach before she could even react. I'm mean like that.