When Does Felicity Find Out Oliver Is The Arrow の小説・ストーリー

He chuckled, "Well haha, i'm just excited about the trip so i came early. I can't believe they're not here yet." I smiled, " Well, guess they're on their way here." Five minutes had passed when Mariel came and the others, including Boss Jan. He walked to us and said, "Great, Felicity and Jonathan had a date." My eyes widened. "What the hell are you saying, Jan Guevarra? Are you out of your mind?" I asked, sarcastically. "Oohh." Achilles teased. Then Hannah, spanked Achilles' shoulder. "Quite you dumbass." Hannah said. There i saw Mariel, stopping herself from laughing.

“What a shame. Looks like you aren’t destined, after all.” Madeline grew cold. Felicity knew about the bet she made with Jeremy moments ago. Felicity smiled at Madeline’s shocked expression. “Looks like you don’t know anything about Felipe at all, Eveline.” “What do you mean?” “Hmph.” Felicity scoffed, her gaze hardening. “You’ll know soon enough.” Then, the car drove away. Staring at Jeremy who stood by the hotel gates, Madeline felt a heavy weight of loss fall over her heart.

IRIS. I was looking at Felicity in total shock after hearing about the potion she gave to Prince Esmond. I already had an inkling that they tampered with my wolf, but even up to the last minute, a part of me thought maybe both of us were mated to Draco—that they just killed my wolf to stop me from being mated to him. But hearing all her confessions made me sick to my stomach. They were more wicked than the dark faes I had encountered, except Eox.

I fall on my side, pain blooms on my temple, spreading to my scalp. I blink it, shaking it off then roll the side in a second. “Was that…?” I trailed off, my brain hanging somewhere inbetween from my fall. “Fuck” Oliver cursed as he rolls off me. When I turn I see what made him curse, there’s an arrow sticking out of his lower abdomen “Shit, Oliver.” I hurry to him the scent of blood hitting the air. “we have to get it out” Oliver’s eyes are locked to the trees behind me, “We need to take cover, archers” a string snaps and another arrow flies past my head.

But who I saw wasn’t Oliver, it was…Felicia? “Ben?” I had a soft gasp and my eyes snapped behind me. Oliver stood with his fingers in his mouth, tears streaming down his face. He rushed toward me and flung his hands over my shoulder, wailing into my chest. My eyes remained pried apart, the shock still hanging.

"But it doesn't matter how perfect the match might be. You're mine now." Heat fluttered in Aria's chest. Her eyes crinkled with genuine happiness as she laced their fingers together. "I am yours." That definitive claim sent visible satisfaction through Archer's expression. "So. Keeping Oliver's card?" "Never planned to." The second those words left her mouth, Archer ripped the card cleanly in half and flicked the pieces out the window. No hesitation, no asking permission—just pure disgust for Oliver. Aria couldn't have cared less. If anything, she looked pleased.

She’s the one who got betrayed. [But she did kill Natalia in the past! Even if it hasn’t happened yet in this plot!] [I don’t think Felicity is going to be a villain. She hasn’t done a single thing so far.] [She didn’t even trigger Natalia’s allergy. What if Duncan has misunderstood her?] I turned over and buried my face in my pillow. Oscar’s message popped up. Oscar: I heard your sister’s wedding is coming up. Are you planning to attend it?

“Four, stand down. You are too close, they’ll hear you. One and two, prepare to take the shot.” “Affirmative. Target is in view,” they said in unison. I watch from box four, seeing Felicity’s life drain away. Moving to the edge of my seat, I interlock my hands, focusing on the small screen. An arrow penetrates the healer directly in the chest. Shit. He fell back slightly, glancing down with wide eyes at the arrow that now protruded from his chest. This could be bad. I see his breathing become labored as he leans forward to rip the arrow from Felicity’s stomach.

It might be Simone Odermatt himself, come to bring me news or some plan to save both our companies. As soon as I open the door, I see it isn't. It's Felicity in a knitted white dress, half her hair pulled back and the rest loose behind her shoulders. I see my folded scarf in her hands. I realize I haven't seen her for nearly a whole day. I'm seized with an urge to wrap my arms around her so I can feel hers around me. Maybe she can do what the Scotch can't. But she clears her throat and drops a bomb.

Yes, she wanted revenge, but her courage faltered, and she preferred to retreat and brood in her room. "Elijah is playing you. If he already knows who his fated mate is and he's going to choose Fiona in the end, then he should just let you go. He should reject you properly so you can also find your fated mate," Melody replied with frustration, her blood boiling at the news she heard. Elara wanted to say she also knew she was being manipulated by Fernanda and Fiona, but how could she explain that she found out because she came from the future? "If I were you, I'd nip Elijah's advances in the bud," Melody replied irritably. She'd sensed Elijah's intentions toward her best friend for a while no