Barbara X Noelle Novels & Stories

Nico replied, resting his head on her stomach. “I’ll go get it,” Noel volunteered, pushing himself up. “I’m craving some food too.” As he made his way to the door, he turned back. “Anything else you two want?” Aria lifted a hand, blowing him a kiss. “Yes... bring me a margarita, cold.” Noel chuckled, nodding. “Got it.” The beach bar was alive with energy. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the wooden deck, and the sound of a distant saxophone melded with the murmur of conversations and clinking glasses. The bartender, a burly man with a friendly smile, nodded in acknowledgment as Noel approached.

"This scar proves it. If it weren't for me back then, you would've been the one hurt!" I looked at the scar and smiled. "Do you really think that scar has anything to do with me?" Sylvia froze. Kaela walked in carrying a file. She set it on the desk in front of Sylvia. "Ms. Reed, maybe you should read this." Sylvia's hands trembled as she opened it. It was a police report from seven years ago. The report clearly stated that a fight had broken out behind a bar. Sylvia had been involved.

"Boss, he could've stolen that phone, too. Please give me a chance to prove my innocence!" Faris chimed in, "That's right, honey. Let's look into it carefully before jumping to conclusions." Noelle tried to unlock my phone. She entered my birthday and was instantly welcomed into my homescreen. It didn't take her long to find my notes. Coming across a paragraph I had drafted, Noelle read it out loud under her breath. "Noelle's getting engaged this weekend. I'm sneaking back into the country early to surprise her. I'm so obsessed with the villa she bought me. I can't wait to move in!"

“Ummm... it’s just some kind of fantasy in my mind, I hope you don’t mind this.” “Just go ahead nd I’ll see what’s actually in your mind.” Noah took a sip of the champane. “Okay, here it is. Is there anyone who ever was bade by one with the same gender as him?” Just as I asked the question, the auction was offcially began. Someone began to bid for the Rose from France. “Yeah... Maybe...” Apparently, Noah hestitated to answer this question. Well, the weird idea kept bumping in my head, I had ask him outloud.

I stared at it for a few seconds before declining it immediately. A second later, another call came. Then another. My frustration finally snapped. I answered sharply. “What?” There was immediate silence on the other end before Lila finally spoke. “Oh my God.” Her voice sounded shaky. “You answered.” I closed my eyes briefly, irritation building inside me again. “What do you want?” “What do I want?” she repeated in disbelief. “Noelle, where are you?” “That stopped being your concern the moment you sent Adrian that report.” Silence. Then confusion.