Best Served Cold Novel Stella And Noah Novels & Stories

Like he had just looked at an equation he thought he understood and found a variable he hadn't accounted for. He looked at me. "Is that right?" I could feel every point of contact where Rhys's hand touched my back. I could feel Rhys beside me, steady, warm and completely calm. I could feel Leo watching me. Waiting for me to step away, explain, and laugh it off. Waiting for me to be the same Nova who had rewritten a letter fourteen times just to tell him how she felt.That Nova felt very far away right now. "I'll see you in class, Leo," I said.

Noah replied, deadpan. Sterling groaned. “That’s disgusting, Noah.” “Hungry little fishies,” Noah grinned. Sterling gave him a side-eye. “You like it here, then?” “I love it,” Noah said without hesitation. “Makes me want to do dirty things in a beautiful place.” Sterling raised a brow. “So if I’d kidnapped you from that steam room and flown you here in your first week, I could’ve saved a lot of time?” “Oh hell yeah,” Noah said with a grin. “I’d have been straight on my knees.”

CHAPTER 20 Stella I'd just gotten back from the office so I took a seat on the couch while Maria went to get my food. I was now about to remove my heels when a knock sounded on my door, and I asked who it was, only for the person to walk in instead. I looked at who it was and realized that Clara had come to my suite again. “What are you doing here?" I asked before standing up. “I'm sorry for coming unannounced Stella. I just wanted to pass by and spend some time with you. I've heard some really nice things about you from Derrick," she smiled about taking a seat when I blocked her way.

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

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.

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.”

“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.