Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Novels & Stories

The table was adorned with an extravagant spread—fresh fruit, pastries, eggs, and more food than I had ever seen on a breakfast table. “You do realize there’s only two of us, right?” I asked, staring at the feast. Lucas sat at the head of the table, motioning for me to take a seat across from him. “I like having options.” I rolled my eyes but took a plate, carefully selecting a croissant and some fruit. As I started eating, Lucas sipped his black coffee, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “What?” I finally asked. “You adjusted quickly,” he noted, setting his cup down. “Most people would have been overwhelmed.”

She lay beside me asking “What happened now? Please don’t tell me you are thinking about Harry.” I let out a sigh saying “Noah left for his college. I don’t feel good.” “So the thinking moved from Harry to Noah?” She gave a teasing smile wiggling her eyebrows. I gave her an angry look shouting “Shut up, Anna. Do not compare them both. Noah is my friend just like you. Don’t you know that? How can you talk like all others?” “What’s wrong in it, Stella? See, Noah is a good guy. You had been a close friend to him all the time, since childhood. I feel he is good for you.”

Joseph approached the dining table and carefully served the delicious pasta in front of Stella, and Stella sighed heavily as she knew Mike was treating her badly because of Lara. Stella wanted to rush up to Lara's guest room, as she hadn't been to the guest room side to see how it was, as she believed the guest room would be the same as hers, and so she sighed. Joseph asked her, "Do you care for juice or any beverage, ma'am?" Stella shook her head and replied, "No, I'm fine. Just leave me alone." Joseph answered, "Surely."

Stella says as she walks back into the room and place the two bottles on the nightstand near her bed She hops over me and onto the other side of her bed and pulls up N*****x on her tv, I grab the bag of doritos and start to eat them as Stella picks the movie 'Spring Breakers'. I hear the doorbell ring 4 minutes later, so I volunteer to go down and get the pizza since Stella is staring at the screen like it's the last show she'll ever watch I walk out of her room, down the wooden stairs and towards the main door. I open the big door to be met with a pair of green eyes "Hi, are you- Stella?" he asks pausing to read the name then smiling, I laugh at him and shake my head "No, she's upstairs. I'

"POWER DOESN'T ANNOUNCE ITSELF. IT WAITS UNTIL YOU'VE FORGOTTEN TO BE AFRAID OF YOURSELF." STELLA The corridor felt colder than usual that morning. Every step sent a dull ache through my body, but somehow the pain sitting inside my chest hurt far more than any of it. His words wouldn't leave me alone. “I don't need your name.” “You're simply the woman who keeps my bed warm.”

The sound of her silk dress brushing against the stone and grass cut through the quiet of the night. Noah didn't move an inch. He just stayed where he was, watching the scene unfold. He was silent. He was observing me like a hunter watching its prey, but he didn't interfere. I stepped forward slowly until I was standing right over her. “Where do you think you are going?” I asked quietly. Stella glared up at me from the ground. Her hair was messy now, and her eyes were burning with a pure, white-hot fury. She looked like she wanted to kill me right there in the dirt.

Isabella’s POV It was so far. A deserted pier in the middle of nowhere. The wind was howling off the waves, the scent and taste was salty. We arrived just after sunset, and the place felt creepy. The shadows stretched across the concrete and at the end of my sight was her, standing, wrapped in fury and hatred. Stella’s eyes were fixed on me. Beside her was Noah, sitting on the cold cemented floor, wrists tied. He wasn’t crying, but I can see fear in his eyes. It was mixed with something more. Disappointment, pain, sadness, and hatred.

“This is only the beginning of the situation." within the garden. A servant called Justin away. Stella was by herself as she sat on the seat, watching the evening glory fade and the sun set. She awoke when it was absolutely dark outside. Just as she turned to walk away, someone took a seat beside her. An indifferent man's voice said to her, "It seems that you adapted the life here quite well." Stella remained quiet. Glancing at her, Clarence said, "You also enjoyed the meals."

--- Reunion with Stella The drive to Stella’s apartment was smooth, the city passing by in a blur of towering buildings and bustling streets. Evelyn sat quietly, her thoughts racing. What could she possibly tell Stella? How could she explain the impossible without endangering her friend? When they arrived, Stella was already waiting at the door, her radiant smile lighting up her face. She looked different—softer yet more vibrant. Her hand rested protectively on the curve of her belly, and Evelyn’s heart swelled at the sight. Stella was glowing, the unmistakable aura of impending motherhood surrounding her.

“Not yet. Maybe later. Right now, I just wanna exist. Preferably with pizza.” I blinked. “You want pizza?” “I almost died. Multiple times. I think I deserve greasy, cheesy comfort food.” “Fair enough.” I reached for my phone and started scrolling. “Pepperoni and jalapeños?” I asked. “With pineapple,” she added. I stared at her like she just committed a felony. “Pineapple?” She gave me a smug little grin. “It’s a war crime, I know. But you’ll live.” “I might not recover from this betrayal.”