Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Novels & Stories

Stella had just sat down on the sofa in the living room when a maid immediately brought over a blanket and draped it over her legs. “Thank you,” Stella said. Although she had been in the car the whole way, she had still felt the cold the moment she stepped out at the front gate. The temperature inside the house was perfectly controlled, warm and comfortable. Gray walked over. “Miss, you’re back.” Stella nodded. Gray said, “The heat in their rooms has been shut off.” By “their,” he meant Dora, Fiona, Summer, and the others. In this kind of weather, snow outside could easily pile up a foot deep overnight. Without heating, they would not have an easy time.

Esme giggled in approval. "True" she replied. Stella vance used to be the queen bee and the prom queen in high school. Noah was the prom king. Noah hooked up with Stella briefly before they broke up. Stella blamed Esme, thinking that she pushed Noah to break up with her. But that's not true. Noah used to change girlfriends like he changed clothes. His longest relationship lasted for three months. Sadly, Stella lasted for only two weeks. "Oh, look. Its Esme Carson" some one announced loudly.

Her stomach flipped but she walked over anyway because she needed the tip, because she needed to eat and because she needed to survive one more night. She paused at his booth and up close, he smelled of costly cologne, with a sharper edge beneath it… gun oil, maybe. Or danger. “What can I get you?” Her voice came out steadier than she felt. He studied her for a long second, slowly and thoroughly. “Vodka. Neat.” She wrote it down. “Anything else?” He leaned back and the leather creaked. “Your name.” She hesitated. “Bella.” It slipped out before she could stop it. Not Isabella. Not Izzy. Bella.

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

I felt the warmth of a lone tear escape my eye and leaving its trail all the way to my hairline as my eyes wavered and my eyelids closed when the last breath left my mouth. To be continued…. *Dear reader. If you have enjoyed reading The cold one - part 1, feel free to leave a review or rating with your thoughts, and thank you for choosing to read my book. Be sure to find out what happens in The cold one’s part 2 - The hunters rise.

She looked over her shoulder when she felt the bed move, then she stood up. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had to do this, James. I had to do this so that I can get the man of my dreams," she said, and made her way to the floor length window across from her. "I only know one man who deserves to love my body and give me great pleasure and that is Cyrus Noah, celebrity swimmer and one of Hollywood's top bachelors." Crystal giggled and leaned on the window.

I can take care of Mom too. Feeling better, Stella finished cooking two plates of pasta – tomato sauce, topped with a fried egg and two poached cabbage leaves. The dish looked appetizing. "Mr. Kane? The meal is ready." Stella's voice was husky, so she spoke a bit strangely. Keegan put his book down, walked over, and glanced at her. Stella pulled out a chair, trying to impress him, and said, "Mr. Kane, should I feed you?" Keegan was uncomfortable with her insincere manner. He coldly said, "Enough."

“Oh, yeah, I guess you’re right, but I haven’t been around one in Hawaii, so I want to swim under this one now.” “Yes, ma’am, let’s go.” Luckily, we wore swimsuits under our clothes today. Stella is the first one to jump into the water, and she gives a little yelp. “Oh, gosh, it’s cold.” “Move over, fiancé, I’m coming in.” I can’t believe I just said that for the first time. I’m going to marry the girl of my dreams, bro. “Oh Fuck! You're right babe, it’s cold.”

“Is that even a word?” “Don’t know. And don’t care. Hey, did you order breakfast? I’m famished.” “I’ll bet you are. But no. I was waiting for you. I’m starving too. Since I barfed up the entire contents of my stomach last night.” Stella and I ordered room service, and we talked some more as we gorged on bacon, eggs, and avocado toast. She was so happy for me, she truly was. Although she reminded me about twelve times that she wasn’t surprised. She’d known Dillon and I were end game and she’s seen this coming a mile away.

Especially, when she was still young and loved to eat cold food. Just like that... One day when Stella took some cold drinks from the fridge in the middle of the night. As soon as she finished drinking her stomach start to hurt... It was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat and rolled over the ground uncomfortably. But no one in the Richard family cared about her. In the middle of the night, barefoot, Stella went to Tristan's room in a sorry state... Because at that time, it was only Tristan who care about her in the Richard family. When Tristan saw her like this, he didn't even change his pajamas and held her keys, and took her to the hospital while crossing so many red lights...