Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a few minutes there was a knock at the door I open it to find stella holding shirt. I thank her changing in it, I stand just staring at myself for a while I should have known that when stella said she had a shirt she met crop top. The shirt that she brought me was a lace crop top with a flare like bottom that I feel so exposed in this but I have no other choice I take up my blouse walking out I find our table but stella wasnt there I sat down looking around "You look happy?" I question eating. "I am" she says. "Why?"

. Some gathered in the kitchen to gossip. "I like how Madam is handling them. It is good that she left. Her come back is everything." One maid said and the other one joined in. "Yes and that Tracy girl very soon she'll pack her things and run without being told to do so. Can't you see that boss doesn't like her. They used to be a very happy but everything changed when boss changed and I believe that is because of Tracy." They kept on gossiping till Stella came to the kitchen and they stopped. "Are there more milks in the fridge?" She asked no one in particular and they replied. She opened the fridge and served herself requesting them to prepare lunch for her. After that she left the kitchen

I said to Chris. “You should go out of the house, “Chris said, pointing at Adam. he seemed afraid, whispered something to Stella and left in a panic. “Don’t hurt us,” Stella told sitting on the floor holding Maddy’s hands. “I won’t’ I bent down and sat next to her.” what’s your name" “Stella. Why are you looking exactly like me?” “I don’t belong here. I want to know about this place,” I spoke “you two should not tell anything about us or I swear I will kill you,” he threatened.

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."

I get a text message, as I'm scrolling through I*******m, from Easton Easton- You seemed tense when I was talking to you. Is everything alright? Amelia- Yeah, everything is fine I text him hoping that he won't ask about it anymore "Bitch, I got the good stuff" Stella shouts as she walks in with gummy candy, chocolate, popcorn, a pack of cupcakes, giant bags of chips, donuts and nutella "Stella, you do realize that we're also ordering pizza and bread sticks right?" I ask her as she put all the food down in the middle of the bed

"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.