Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

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.

I checked out myself once more, and nodded satisfactorily. “Let's go make our sugar daddy happy” I tapped the mirror, imagining I'm tapping my shoulder, and with that, I headed out. ••••••••••••• Third person's point of view. Stella stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her red lingerie, wearing a cat ears hairband on her head, and sat on a large fluffy pillow that was just right at the corner of the bathroom door. Her body leaned forward a bit, with her hips raised sexily, and her boobs pushed up to make her look even more seductive.

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.

The undercurrent wasn’t. Sarah made a tiny sound and suddenly became very interested in this heated vibes. Oh God! I tried to step sideways, putting a little space between the three of us. Kai’s shoulder brushed mine as I moved—light, casual, like it was an accident. It wasn’t. The contact lingered half a second too long. Asher noticed and his smile kinda stayed easy, but his next words carried a subtle edge. “You staying for the after-party? Team house. Nothing crazy. Just pizza and the usual chaos.”

Adrian POV The silver SUV tore through the dark, rain-slicked streets of Boston, its engine letting out a low, heavy hum. Inside the closed cab, the air was thick, hot, and completely saturated with my dark cedar scent. Noah sat anchored in my lap, wrapped tight in my heavy wool coat, his hands still clutching the torn collar of my dark blue Titans shirt. His whole frame trembled as the remaining electrical current faded from his muscles. "We aren't going back to the hotel," Jax said from the driver's seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror.

"Vehicle bay has its own generator. Should still be functional." Should. A word that had gotten a lot of wolves killed over the years. Stella stumbled suddenly, catching herself against the wall. I moved to her side, instinct overriding caution. Her skin burned with fever heat where I touched her elbow. "I'm fine," she said automatically, pulling away. "No, you're not." I kept my voice low. "The corruption's spreading faster." She met my eyes briefly, then looked away. "Doesn't matter." "Stella—" "Save it." She pushed off from the wall, continuing forward. "You heard Veronica. I was designed for this. Mother's little science project."

I murmured, a slow, sly smile curling my lips, “I will lure you in and make you serve me. I promise.” No one ever escaped my grip. And she wouldn’t be any different. My phone vibrated in my pocket, snapping me out of my thoughts. I frowned. “Who the hell is calling now?” My eyes widened slightly. Please don’t be Markus. I pulled the phone out and glanced at the caller ID. “Steven.” My heart skipped, just once, for no clear reason. Why was he calling? I answered and brought the phone to my ear. “I heard you’re already in NYC,” he said, “and on top of that, you’re in Adrian’s house.”