Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had just finished his masterpiece and he brought it to his room upstairs inside the tray together with some cold beverages. He had chosen to cook red pasta as their lunch. It was the fastest and easiest food to make knowing that his lover was physically exhausted and possibly hungry. He had to hurry up before that man would wake up from too much hunger. “Mmm...” Arkael hummed sleepily. He hadn’t had opened his eyes yet. The room’s AC and the warm duvet which Zadkiel had tucked him in earlier made him feel cozy. “Love, you have to eat first and after that, I'm going to join you in bed...” Zadkiel began to coax his man. His voice laced with so much tenderness for him! His attitude was diffe

"I told you to eat your ice cream quickly. Do you want your hand to become sticky? Let's go." Serena was left utterly speechless as he led her through the crowded street once more. She devoured her ice cream with haste, realizing she would forever associate this day with the memory of him. One of her favorite desserts might never be the same again. As they approached the bustling street filled with tourists, Serena couldn't help but notice that most of the women were enjoying a leisurely coffee or a pleasant late lunch, all the while keeping an eye on Alex's movements. She couldn't blame them, as she was likely doing the same. However, Alex paid no attention to their stares and continued wal

My face turns red as I look at the healthy breakfast Aaron’s having, and the greasy meal I have every day is suddenly embarrassing. “I’ll have what he’s having,” I squeak. For the first time ever, Stella laughs, but she quickly recovers. “Sure, I’ll make you a plate.” I quickly sit a little farther from Aaron and drum my fingers on the table. He looks all serious in the intimidating suit, with the tab on his hand, probably going through a document. Stella drops a plate in front of me, and they’re sandwiches. She keeps a hot cup of cocoa beside the plate, and I almost cry in gratitude. She shakes her head at me before heading off. This woman loves me.

Please review. I felt a surge of pride. Take that, Mr. Oliver. I wasn’t just a pretty face who forgot your sugar. As I walked toward the elevators, where Stella was patiently waiting, I glanced back at the silent, sprawling office of Noah Oliver. The man was a monster, a genius, and a puzzle. And I, Zoe Knowles, had just accidentally signed up to be right in the center of his orbit. “Ready to decompress?” Stella asked, eyeing my still-uptight posture.

CHAPTER ONE. Nova’s POV This evening has a cruel sense of humor. I realize that just as my car starts moving slowly, pushing me forward with every gallop. I watch as my car dies the way every bad relationship I’ve ever had does—loud, dramatic, and right when I need it least. Steam curls from the hood in a hiss while I sit behind the wheel “Perfect,” I mutter, hitting the steering wheel. “Absolutely perfect.” I lean back in my seat and stare up at the horizon. It looked like evening was setting. It would almost be beautiful if I weren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell service and a car that decided it was going to stop functioning.

She opened the basket, revealing goodies: a sandwich, chicken salad, dips and nachos, spring rolls, and a lemon cooler, perfect for the hot weather. “Eat to your heart’s content.” I devoured the food, and even the pack maid’s cooking failed to compare. I never knew Stella was a kitchen wizard. Stella chuckled as I moaned like a happy man eating food. I never knew food could help alleviate mood—it does, and it’s also important to have good company. The food tasted more delicious. I never had such moments in my childhood, no family bonding, only violence. I am happy to have peace, but guilt lingers for Kellan. “Damon.” I looked at Stella as she gently patted Olivia after feeding her. “I know w

This was fate. The hall erupted into whispers. “No way…” “The alpha heir is rooming with a low omega?” “I fear for the omega…” Nova swallowed hard, his throat visibly bobbing, eyes darting around like he was trying to escape the building entirely. His face drained of color. His knees looked weak. My heart throbbed, not with sympathy, but delicious satisfaction. Chaos? No. This would be entertaining. I leaned my head slightly, letting my voice slice through distance. “Well, well,” I whispered loudly enough for him to hear. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Nova.”

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

she folds her arms "just a little help from my most trusted friend and we're good to go" I give her a knowing smile and say "our most trusted friend" She smiles back and at the exact same time, we say "G****e" We decide that neither of us has the strength to start cooking something up and would rather order Chinese takeout. Stella just got out of the shower and is drying off her hair. I'm sitting on her bed and trying to scroll through my I*******m feed without having to be reminded of Anthony. "Liv, I feel like I should tell you this now" Stella yells over the noise from the hairdryer.

He finally let go of my waist, allowing me to scramble to my feet, though he didn't look bothered at all. "Can’t you see?" Stella’s face went through a spectrum of colors before settling on a deadly, porcelain white. She didn't scream. Instead, a slow, venomous smirk curled her red lips. She saw the apron. She saw the notepad. She saw the power dynamic shift back into her favor. "At work? Oh, of course," Stella purred, sliding into the opposite side of the booth. "My mistake. I forgot that some people actually have to serve to survive."