Novels by J.V.Noel

MILESSunday mornings were always a sanctuary for me, a time to rejuvenate and find solace in the simple pleasures of life. With a spring in my step, I made my way to the quaint little café tucked away on a peaceful corner.As I entered the café, I was greeted by the familiar aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, floating in the air like a comforting embrace. The soft jazz music playing in the background soothed my soul, as I made my way to my usual spot near the window. The cozy booth overlooked a small park, where people walked their dogs or simply basked in the early morning sunshine.I just sat quietly at my table while patiently waiting for Tyler here at the café he was referring to. Tyler said yesterday that we would meet here today for my studies, and this morning he sent me the address in an Instagram message. As I wandered my eyes around the café, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by its beauty.The café was an exquisite blend of contemporary design and vintage charm, with po

MILESIt was just a sunny morning when the announcement echoed throughout the school, catching the attention of every student and teacher. As the words sank in, a collective buzz of excitement filled the air. The news was indeed unusual, but it sparked a fire of curiosity amongst the students. What could they possibly do when the teachers were too occupied?With a sense of freedom lingering in the atmosphere, the hallways quickly transformed into a hub of activity. Some students got together to form impromptu study groups, exchanging knowledge and helping each other. Others decided to explore the vast world of literature, diving into books that had long been forgotten on dusty shelves. One group of friends even took advantage of the situation to organize an interactive science fair in the school gymnasium. It seemed that education had taken on an entirely new meaning that day.As the morning progressed, the classrooms were transformed into arenas of creativity. One classroom became an

MILESAs the bell pierced through the air, signaling the end of our exam, I swiftly rose from my seat, relieved to have completed the test. Joining the stream of my classmates, I made my way towards the front of the classroom where Mrs. Dorsett stood, her usual air of elegance filling the room.Mrs. Dorsett, a woman of wisdom with her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders, greeted each student with a warm smile as they handed in their test sheets. When it was finally my turn, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her.Still strikingly beautiful despite the gentle touch of old age, she possessed an aura that captivated those around her. Inevitably, there were always whispers among the male students, their glances lingering a little too long, hinting at their infatuation. Yet Mrs. Dorsett remained impervious to their advances, her fidelity unwavering.As I handed her my test sheet, she reached out, her hand brushing against mine, and a genuine smile tugged at the corne

TYLERAs the warm water cascaded down my tired muscles, I relished in the tranquility of the moment. The rhythmic pattern of droplets echoed in the bathroom, creating a soothing melody that drowned out the noises of the outside world. With my eyes shut and my mind in a peaceful state, I allowed myself a moment's respite from the demands of the day.As the water continued to cleanse me physically, I felt a gentle sensation of renewal filling my mind and soul. Each droplet carried away not only the sweat from my workout but also the weight of the day's worries and anxieties. The water became a conduit of release, a symbol of my ability to shed the burdens that weighed me down.With each passing second, I felt rejuvenated, as if the very essence of who I was was being revitalized beneath the gentle touch of the water's embrace. The aches and pains of the day began to dissipate, replaced by a newfound vigor and determination.As the cascade transformed into a gentle drizzle, I reluctantly

MILESI was sitting quietly in my chair, tucked away in the shadows of the classroom, listening intently to the discussion led by our teacher, Mrs. Rose Dorsett. With my assigned seat in the very last row of the classroom, I often went unnoticed, allowing me to freely engage in whatever I pleased.Mrs. Dorsett, a kind-hearted and knowledgeable woman, had a knack for sparking curiosity in her students' minds. Her words flowed effortlessly as she delved into the complexities of English literature.While seated in Mrs. Dorsett's eleventh-grade English class, my attention was torn between her discussion and the Piano sheet chords laid out before me. The dulcet tones of Ruth B.'s "Dandelions" filled my ears through my earphones, and I couldn't resist the urge to follow along on the musical score.As Mrs. Dorsett passionately explained her lessons, my mind wandered to the beauty of the piano arrangement on the sheet before me. The delicate swirls of notes seemed to float magically across th

MILESThe moment I stepped into the bustling hallways of school, a wave of unease washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heavy weight of judgment casting its shadow from every corner. Anxiety gnawed at the edges of my mind as I hurriedly made my way towards my locker, desperate to avoid the prying gazes of my fellow students.I had always been different, never quite fitting in with the popular crowd or adhering to societal norms, and I have always been a victim of bullies. Precisely for this reason, an air of curiosity and intrigue surrounded me, but it was not the kind I had ever sought.As I turned the corner, my eyes darted around, scanning the sea of faces for any sign of recognition. I could feel the eyes on me and the whispers lingering in the air. It felt as if everyone had become a detective, waiting to uncover another hidden secret about me after they found out I was Gay. The very thought made my palms sweaty.Reaching my locker, I dialed the combi