Aoba X Noiz Novels & Stories

To my right, Hakeem flashed me a curious look, which I returned with a devious grin. Oliver clasped his hands together and rested them on the surface of the table. He looked almost regal in that suit of his, broad shouldered and hair speckled with grey. Nox embodied the youth his father no longer had, only minus the suit. Nox had always preferred a simple t-shirt and torn jeans, another thing that hadn’t really changed.

I unblocked her number ages ago, and she hasn't called me once! "Miranda's still a woman after all. Why don't you call her yourself and smooth things over?" Caesar's expression remained stone-cold. Upon seeing this, Norton took a photo of Caesar's injured arm and sent it to me. Caesar's expression finally softened slightly when my call came through. I asked anxiously, "Norton, are you hurt?" I had no idea Norton had put me on speaker. "It's not me—it's Caesar's hand. He accidentally cut himself just now, and the bleeding won't stop.

I scroll past Oba's name in my encrypted phone. Oba is our logistics guy. He procures weapons, vehicles, and safe houses with zero paper trail, and to anyone watching, zero effort as well. He’s exceptionally good at his job and will undoubtedly be able to find me exactly what I’m looking for. But if I ask Oba to find a high-end BDSM dungeon, he will ask questions. He will make jokes. And I’m not subjecting something so personal between me and Oliver to the team's commentary before we even establish the foundation.

The air in the boardroom was thick with smoke and tension. Sienna could feel it clinging to her skin as if the walls themselves had soaked up decades of violence and whispered threats. The table was long, sleek, polished wood, but the men around it carried an edge sharper than any blade. Their tailored suits couldn’t disguise the tattoos crawling up their necks, the scars etched into their hands, the aura of men who had killed before—and would do it again.

Then she took Sophia’s bag and searched with a smile, then her smile froze. She poured all of the contents in her bag on the table, but there was no ring. Sweat formed on her forehead as she kept roaming through her stuff. Sophia held her bag with a kind smile “You already searched my bag, now search for others” Alicia glared at the mocking smile on Sophia’s face, then she glared at the employees who all looked excited as they will be getting a week off. “You…you..” she stuttered and pointed at Sophia angrily.

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I like it here-“ A knock at the door interrupts my sentence. Cian and I exchange glances, and I can see the wariness in his eyes. I somehow doubt he wants to deal with any of the girls who live in this building. “Hey Abella, it’s Noah. I heard you came over earlier, and I just wanted to come and apologise for not being in at the time. Maybe we can talk about what you came over for,” the Alpha says through the door. I panic, immediately jumping up to grab the papers on my desk. Cian watches me fluster, as I quickly shove them under my pillow. “Give me a second,” I call out to Noah, before I concentrate on Cian, lowering my voice right down to a whisper. “Yo