Novel & Cerita Emma And Noah

"Did little Noah tell you? A group of suspicious people is looking for you." In the community, Director Noah, who was addressed as “leader” outside, was referred to as "little Noah" here, showing Emma’s seniority. Amelia didn’t mind at all. She raised her hand to check Emma's pulse, smiling as she said, "So Director Noah made a special trip to find me for this. He’s been riding his electric bike the whole way." "At least he knows how to handle things," Emma said with a proud look, giving Director Noah an appreciative glance.

Noah’s voice was tight over the phone when she called. “You okay?” he asked. “You sound different.” “I need to talk,” she said. “In person.” He hesitated. “Now?” “Now.” They met at a café in town, neutral ground. Noah wore his usual soft expression, but his eyes were cautious. He sat down across from her, fingers wrapped around his coffee like it was something solid in a shifting world. Emma didn’t waste time. “Who called me that night?” Noah’s jaw twitched. “You still remember that?”

What is this about? “It’s not...” he starts, already frustrated. “She just...” Madelyn cuts in, “Relax. I wasn’t interrupting anything important.” “We were literally about to kiss,” Noah says flatly. She shrugs. “And?” “And privacy exists,” he bites out. I sit up properly now, pulling the blanket around me. I've never been close with my cousins but we've also never been this hostile. So what's up with these two? Madelyn’s gaze lingers on him a second too long. “Anyway,” she says lightly, “I just wanted to say good morning.”

he said, voice low, almost hesitant, as if he knew the contents might ignite a storm. I took the tablet wordlessly, my hand steady despite the tight coil in my chest. Henry stood beside me, silent. I swiped the screen awake. The video loaded. Nova. And Daniel. They were outside the campus library, a secluded corner behind a row of hedges. I felt my chest tighten instantly, my fist clenching. I had seen Daniel chase her before—but this… this was different. Daniel was reaching toward her, trying to kiss her. Incomplete, yes, but the intent was there.

When this video reached Yohan, he was taken by surprise and proud. It didn't take long for the world to learn that Noah, the son of Sara Owen, had purchased pads for his best friend, Jemma, on her first menstruation. As a result, Jemma felt embarrassed at school and, in time, grew resentful towards Noah. From this point, a period of contention and disagreements began between the two friends. To shield herself from the taunts of her friends, Jemma chose to distance herself from Noah. However, Noah struggled to comprehend her emotional state. He accepted Jemma's explanations for not conversing as legitimate.

Emma opened her mouth, as she frantically tried to assemble a plausible lie to shield her mother's pride and protect herself from the wolves in the room, but the sheer weight of the humiliation made it next to impossible to speak. Before she could form a single syllable, a heavy, possessive arm suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist from behind. Emma gasped, her breath catching as she was firmly pulled back against a broad, solid chest. A familiar, expensive cologne instantly filled her senses, overriding the scent of her mother's perfume, just as a warm, deliberate kiss was pressed against the side of her neck. "The relationship between my wife and me is none of your concern," Noah's dee

For the first time in a long while, she felt really lonely. ************************ MILLER’S HOME, LOS ANGELES. Noah hissed in contempt as he glared hard at Emma, she seem to be enjoying the frustrated state he was in. "How dare you take me for a joke?" He yelled throwing one of his sandals at her. Emma stood by the wall almost melting into the arranged brick. She had barely woken up from bed when Noah had slapped her roughly to get up. She has been avoiding him for a few days hoping to not get questioned by him. Unfortunately, he eventually did catch up with her by waking up a bit too earlier than expected.

The little boy froze, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as his tablet began to vibrate and Emma's voice notes echoed in the room. The entire family, Richard, Katherine, and Elliott turned as one, their gazes turning onto the tiny little boy. "Noah," Elara said, her voice dropping into a dangerously calm tone "Is it Emma texting you?" Noah looked like a deer caught in high beam headlights. He slowly reached and picked up the device that was flashing with an incoming call. The contact name on the screen was ‘Emma’ with star emojis. "It's Emma," Noah whispered, his voice tiny after being caught.

“How are you, darling?” Emma asked. “How are you and Noah?” “Oh, we’re perfectly fine,” I lied. I still had another month of these lies to tell. “We just had some alone time in the private room, you know.” I winked at her, hoping that that tidbit of juicy half-gossip would be enough to satiate Emma’s appetite. “Oh, really?” Emma said, sounding surprised. “I had heard that Noah had been spending the entire night with Zoe. It’s good to see that he has made time for his Luna as well.”