Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Novels & Stories

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.”

Kian avoided my gaze entirely, lowering his head and focusing intently on his glass of water. Throughout dinner, Isabel constantly piled food onto his plate. "You must try this, Mr. Newman. I know it's your favorite," she cooed, following up with, "I spent hours simmering this soup just for you. It's known to be excellent for a man's health." The two of them exchanged glances openly across the table, acting as if I didn’t even exist. After dinner, Isabel stood and began clearing the dishes. She carried a black garbage bag toward the door, but just as she passed me, she suddenly stumbled.

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.

After keeping the bet agreement, Renea ordered some food and ate slowly. “Is this seat occupied?” Stella came over with a plate of food and asked. “No!” Renea replied without even looking up. When receiving a response, Stella put down the plate and sat opposite to Renea. Then, she began to size Renea up. “I must admit, you are quiet something. Even after getting played, you still have the appetite to eat.” Stella sneered. Renea lowered her head and continued eating. She replied coldly, “Why would I torture myself because of someone else?”

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."

“I wasn’t going to.” Stella says she wants something greasy so we go to this little pub in one of the buildings close to us. We get seated at a booth that has a window with a view of a nice courtyard and the waiter brings us some water and tells us he’ll be back in 5 minutes to take our order. We look at the menu and Stella says, “I’m kinda feeling nachos. You wanna share nachos?”

Too many exquisite dishes spread all across the gigantic hall. He smiled instead of answering. " Come, let's take that table and eat. I am starving. " He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled to the corner most empty seat. " Here, eat... " He thrust the big packet of nachos right in my face. " Oh, thank you so much... you didn't tell me you had such a generous boyfr... I mean friend Mia. " It was Stella, my new found , self proclaimed best friend. I have no idea where she appeared from. She pouced right at the packet from over my head, dropping crumbs all over my dress as she gobbled them all up at once.

Your love for me was what made me pass over all the difficult times and I will always be grateful for this. Thank you everyone who have read this book and supported me. I know there are many mistakes but I will edit it soon, to not to cause any confusion. After two months I will start the sequel of this book- Seductress.here is small glimpse of synopsis. A world where things work with money, power and sex. Where there is no place for naive and shy people. She hide herself from all this but on one morning everything changed. Stella a timid girl who wants to live a simple life suddenly turns into an alluring waitress unknowingly stealing the overbearing CEO's heart.