Novel & Cerita Asta #noelle

What if Wallace Castellano didn’t like her pitch and gave the contract to a different firm, ultimately destroying her path to making Jason and his whore pay? Just thinking about it frizzled Noelle’s nerves to the point that her palms began to sweat, but she reassured herself. As long as she doesn’t mess this pitch up, nothing can stand in the way of this her plan. Taking in a deep breath, she calmed her nerves just as the doors suddenly opened, and a group of people walked in. Noelle quickly stood up to welcome them. “Hello Mr. Castellano, I’m Noelle Hart, head of design. I will be presenting your firm’s pitch.” She greeted with the brightest smile possible as her eyes scanned each and every

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Drake POV “Absolutely not Kate! We don’t even know who we are dealing with and what resources he has at his fingertips! You cannot offer yourself to him. He wants to mark and mate you, Kate. This isn’t a game!” I yell through the phone. Pausing I hear Elise make a sound of disgust as she gets out of bed and pulls her clothes back on. As she leaves the room, she gives me the finger – I smile and blow her a kiss as she slams the door.

Casey quickly played along "Wow,your mom is really a good fashionista" A girl said and Casey smiled "And she's the best chef in the world" Alex said 🗣 Whooaaa "She tells the best bedtime stories too" Casey said 🗣 Wowww!! "She's very beautiful and her hair is so long" Alex said 🗣 Awwwwwnnn "She's like an Angel" Casey grinned "Are you even saying the truth??" Noelle asked "Do you want a proof or what?" Casey asked

she said. Dominic wanted to retort he's your father to but he kept quiet saying nothing. "I heard you have a new COO," he commented changing the topic and Noelle rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Maeve Casalengo. I'm her personal assistant. Why do you think I have loads of work to do tonight?" She asked. "What are you doing?" "Sending invitations for her party on Friday night out," Noelle answered, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. Dominic let out a startling laugh. "You are joking."

I turn to my brothers and neither of them look like they know what to say either. “Oh for goddess sake” says Nova in her amused voice. “Hi Angelina. I am Princess Noraveena but please just call me Nova or Noves. These Jugg heads are the Kings Alex, Peter and Luthor and I am guessing you’ve all realised you are fated mates?” We all nod at Nova. I realise I am still holding Angelina’s hand and I cant bring myself to let go. “Tell us a little about yourself please Angelina?” asks Peter. One of us has finally found their voice. Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing.

Asty was left sitting on the dirty floor, her skirt drenched in rainwater and dust, but despite all that, stars were all over her eyes, and a smile was plastered on her face like an idiot. Noelle comes in the door a few minutes after with two pails in his hands. He looks at Asty with a face of disapproval. He looks around to see the progress of Asty's work. "Were you playing around like I was there fetching this heavy pail?" Asty stood up and removed her outer skirts leaving her with her usual village dress. She patted her back with a smile on her face. "You slipped and you're still smiling. I don't get you, Asty."

Especially when it came to someone as attractive-looking as Angela. Seline even showed Noelle some of Angela's past live streams. In the video, Angela was wearing a white dress, chatting and smiling with her audience. Noelle nodded and said, "Oh." "That's it?" Seline widened her eyes. "You're not going to say anything about it?" "What should I say?" Noelle found it strange. "Oh, she's quite… pretty." "That's just the filter! And didn't you see how much makeup she's wearing?"

He tensed, pulling his hand back slightly, but his ears flushed red. I watched their little performance coldly, my stomach turning. Finally, Chloe noticed me. "You're dressed up so nice today, Cammy," she said sweetly. "Going on a date?" Before I could answer, Jonathan set the fruit plate down, his voice unusually firm. "Enough. Call her Aunt Cammy." Even though she knew I was engaged to him, Chloe had always refused to call me that, as if avoiding the title could somehow undo the reality. Jonathan had never corrected her—until now.

"Do I know you?" She smirked. "You know my brother." "That’s… not specific." Her lips curled into a slow smile. “Nico.” I froze. My fingers twitched near my side. The fuck? “I’m Noelle,” she added, stepping into the light. “My name doesn’t ring a bell, huh?” she asked. I just stared at her. “Try this Nico’s twin sister.” I scoffed. “Bullshit.” She raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”