Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah 소설 & 이야기

By the time we go downstairs, Mis Smith is already done with making breakfast, “lets eat so we can wake Mummy up” I say, “Mummy is here?” Zoey asks excitedly making me nod “yes, now eat up” I say. Zoey and I have our breakfast, when we are done, we take some food for Stella in my room, “Stella!” I say shaking her arm, she sits up rubbing her eyes before her gaze landed on me, she backed away looking horrified as she looks at her body “what am I doing here?” she asks looking around the room, when she sees Zoey, she pulls her in for a hug

Brittney had left food in the fridge for her. Brit you goddess! Stella was about to heat up the food when she realised, she had no wine. Stella was not a big drinker but since the accident she would have a few glasses of wine at night to help her sleep. Stella didn’t like to think she was self-medicating herself, but she couldn’t cope at this stage. She grabbed her keys and headed out down the road to the liquor store. It was only a few blocks.

Rosa snorted, "Yeah, you could, but will you be able to live with yourself? Despite what people say, no one can run ARW as well as you do." "Yeah, you are probably right." Despite myself, I grinned at her compliment, reaching for one of the new files she had brought in. Before I could flip through them, my stomach grumbled loud enough to make Rosa glance up, a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Hungry?" "Starving," I admitted, meeting her eyes, "I'd eat a cow, no complaints." She smiled faintly, tapping away at her tablet, "I'll order from The Deck. Your favourite?"

ISABELLA The door swings open without warning. I jerk so hard I nearly fall off the bed. Noah stands there, one foot still in the hallway, balancing a large wooden tray in his hands. Steam curls up from small bowls and plates. There’s grilled shrimp glazed in something golden, sliced mango and dragon fruit, flatbread folded beside a dish of creamy sauce, and something that smells citrusy and spicy all at once. He blinks at me. I blink at him. Slowly, a grin pulls at his mouth. “Should I be concerned that you look like you just got caught burying a body?”

In the meantime, Myra and Avi utilized their day off to explore the entirety of school in search of people they found aesthetically charming. She remained silent the entire afternoon. Until she finished the novel, she'd been reading since dinnertime. Even though he didn't say anything to me last night and merely said 'good night,' I could feel the deep pain in her heart. Perhaps she detected my gaze when she peered over her shoulder. She smiled only seldom. "Good morning, Stella!" she exclaimed. Her vibe today was very different from her stern appearance the day before. She appeared vulnerable this morning, like a balloon surrounded by cacti and in danger.

Estella’s pov I blinked into consciousness. Day one was shock. Day two is the terrifying realization that this is real life now.Yesterday I was filled with so much adrenaline but now ,it was replaced by a cold ,heavy lump of dread in my stomach . No one seemed to visit me yet even though the lady that had brought me breakfast the previous day claimed so. And to think that she hasn’t even bothered to serve me lunch or even dinner,Who does that?! She sucked! As I wallowed in my thoughts,the urge to resist was replaced by a desperate need to comply to survive ,because I was broken.

She cummed harder, with her juice squirting down his throat as he slurped and sucked them. Her body shake violently as she has an orgasm like she's never had before, he removed his finger and laid her down on the floor. He positioned himself in her entrance, then teasingly and tortuously rubbed his cock tip on her swollen pûssy, and she stared at him pleadingly -silently begging him to take her. “What do you want, Stella?” he asked her in a raspy voice, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I want your dîck, sir” she answered.

Stacey’s POV: The room they led us into after the signing event was quiet compared to the chaos outside. My head was still spinning from the applause, the endless hands that had held my book, the smiles, the cameras. But the second the door closed behind me, and Noah stayed, my world tilted on an axis I hadn’t realized was still turning. It was just us. For a moment, neither of us spoke. He leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, that same intensity in his eyes that once both thrilled and terrified me. I clutched my book, the very one he’d brought to me to sign, like it was a shield.

Then the sky opened up. Rain poured down suddenly, heavy and cold, soaking me in seconds. The streetlights blurred through the downpour, turning everything gloomy and gray. Perfect. Just perfect. My new pixie hair stuck to my forehead in wet strands, the rain turning it into a messy frame around my face. My crop top clung to my body like a second skin, soaked through and leaving nothing to the imagination. My jeans felt heavy with water, sticking uncomfortably to my legs. I stood under the building's overhang, shivering, arms wrapped around myself as the downpour hammered the pavement.

Noah. It made no sense. Noah was in Chicago, training with the Wolves. But the scent wrapped around my instincts like a chain pulling tight, and the bond between us ached in my chest with a fear that wasn't mine. It was his. "Come back alive," he'd told me, arms crossed, standing in the doorway of our apartment the last time I saw him. "I always do," I'd said, and kissed his forehead like it was nothing. *** The current slammed me into the twisted frame of the bus. Pain tore through my shoulder. I kicked to get free and felt metal close around my leg instead, refusing to give no matter how hard I pulled. The river dragged me deeper. The world went darker, colder, and smaller.