Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Novels & Stories

“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.

The place had become one of New Haven’s most popular gathering spots—not because people wanted to forget the apocalypse, but because they wanted to remember they were still alive. Evelyn sat at the bar, nursing a drink she barely touched. She felt angry, humiliated, and heartbroken all at once. Then a familiar voice spoke beside her. “Bad night?” Evelyn looked up. Stella stood there, beautiful as always and just as dangerous. Evelyn sighed. “You have no idea.” Stella ordered a drink. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Then Stella smiled. “Let me guess.” Evelyn already knew what was coming. “Natasha.”

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?”

Both arms locked around his neck, breast pressed on his face, legs wrapped around him because the water was right there… cold, dark, deep enough to drown me in my stepfather’s backyard on the worst day of my life "Nova." His voice came out strained. "I need you to… can you just… you're pushing my head under…" "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR HEAD. ." He grabbed my waist, trying to force some distance between us, but it didn’t work. I clung tighter instead. Somewhere in the chaos, my body shifted and his face pressed briefly against my chest. He made a muffled sound, pushing back immediately, but I only pulled closer because the water was so cold and deep.

Dinner was loud, casual, and sprawling. They’d taken over three tables at a high-end steakhouse not far from the rink. The smell of charred meat and bourbon clung to the air as plates and bottles kept coming, all paid for, of course, by the infamous Sterling Belmont. Noah found himself wedged between Ash and Lukas, with Mac across the table and Jessica somewhere to his left. He kept pace with the jokes, the rounds, and the steady flow of food, slowly relaxing as the night wore on.

Derrick asked as he helped me take a seat. "No, I'm fine. You should go to Klara,” I whispered. “I'm staying here with you and there's nothing you're going to say to convince me to leave Stella.” “I want to be alone," I looked up. “Stella please," he said before his phone rang and he went to take a call. I stood up from the couch and then made my way to my room. I don't know why I somehow felt sick. Just after I changed, I heard a knock on the door before Derrick walked in with a tray of pasta and beef.

Stella’s POV I crashed into my apartment by 7 pm after the very strenuous day. Or maybe it is because of my long time of unemployment that made today longer than usual. As I sat on my sofa, undressing, an email came in. Rule for Day Two. A cup of coffee and my full schedule on my table tomorrow before I arrive. That was it. No greeting, no signature, nothing. But I knew who it was from. Suddenly I wished I were unemployed again but as fast as the thought came, I dismissed it.

I marked that one as a hard pass and kept scrolling, sorting the requests in my head into Yes, Maybe, and Hell No. I tossed my phone aside for a second and stared up at the ceiling. For a moment, everything felt still. The air in my apartment was warm and soft with the scent of my body mist lingering in the corners, but my stomach was doing that twisty thing again. I hated these events. Hated the way people looked at me when I walked into a room like they were trying to solve a puzzle I didn’t want to give them the pieces to. They always asked about school, about my plans, about if I’d be joining the family business as if I didn’t already have a full life they knew nothing about. No one ever