Ff13 Noel Novels & Stories

ALEXA Noelle called me as early as possible. “Good morning, Alexa,” she said. “I didn’t think you would be up yet,” I responded even though I was excited that she had called. “Well, it’s the last day before the New Year, and Nelson’s family have a lot of things planned out,” Noelle told me. Since Noelle got there, she had been sounding happy and relaxed. As much as I wanted her to come back, she seemed very happy being there, and I just didn’t have the heart to keep pestering her for a return.

Noel realizes he doesn't seem as intimidating as she thought, he's just a big guy who comes off strong to people at first glance, but judging by his boyish appearance right now, he's probably a big teddy bear deep down. "Who's Abel? We tell each other everything but I don't think she's ever mentioned him, must be someone big if she's keeping it from even me," Noel asks, finding it easier than she thought to hold conversation with him. He grabs her a beer from the fridge and one for himself, handing it to her.

He did things without scruples and did not care about how the world worked. Other than his kindness, he was full of flaws. What good would he be? She would never fall for him. However, she felt like she lost him whenever she saw him with someone else, especially when he got intimate with other women. … Meanwhile, Noelle went to the Royal Garden after work. In order to meet the First War God, she refused to give up even if she got no reply or had to wait until late at night. Nothing could stop her. “First War God, are you in there? I am Noelle Freely from the local police department!”

Christian turned around, surprised to see Zara. Zara hesitated, then said, "Mr. Blackwood, there's something I think you should know. You're Zach's friend, and I don't want to see you get played. Noelle isn't just seeing you. For a while, someone's been sending her flowers every day, and that guy seems very wealthy. Noelle is very… skilled in these things." Christian frowned. "What's Noelle to you?" Zara looked a bit awkward. "We're… friends, of course."

______________________________ Noel stared blankly at his computer screen in front of him, frowning. Leaning back on his chair, Noel rubbed his sore lower back, trying to get the pain to minimize slightly. He wore a large oversized shirt that was barely enough to cover the love bites on every inch of his body. Suddenly a familiar face popped up on screen, almost startling the man. “Noel!” Kadin said brightly. He looks a lot better as compared to how he looked like the last time he saw him. “How is my favourite baby bear doing?” “Don’t call me that.” Noel signed. “People will think we are involved with each other romantically.”

In the video, he appeared with his graying hair—his face streaked with tears—pleading with Noelle to return and rescue Shawn for the sake of their past bond. … At that moment, on the other side of the world, Noelle was completely oblivious to the situation. She had left with the firm determination to sever all ties with her past, including any involvement with Shawn or the company. In Neloria's forest stood a small wooden cabin. During the harsh winter, it was common for the townspeople to stay indoors, admiring the snowfall and taking a rest. Noelle followed the local way of life and chose to do the same.

And the light around me is fading as dawn breaks. All the wolves are looking at me and it feels like they are waiting for me to say something but I can not find any words as I freeze. Noel walks towards me; he smiles and I can’t help it but smile back. My silver Hair swirls in a gust of wind and I take a deep breath. He kneels down in front of me ,but he looks down to the ground. Then he lifts up his hand and I reach for it. Everyone around is now taking a knee.

"All done." "Can we play now?" Trisha asked. "Sure," Elaine smiled, grabbing her coat and boots. Trisha got her stuff as well, pulling thick red gloves from her coat pocket. "Let's go then." Elaine said, holding the door open, as expected, Trisha flew out the door. "What are we doing first?" Elaine asked. "Hm..." Trisha crouched down to grab a handful of snow. "Snowball fight!" The two spent the next half an hour throwing snowballs at each other, laughter drawing attention from passersby and neighbors who gave them amused looks in passing.

His face is tight with pain, but his eyes—his impossibly bright, steel-blue eyes—lock onto mine. “Elora,” he whispers, “don’t let go of him. Not for a second.” I tighten my grip on Milo as if my bones depend on it. He trembles like a leaf in a blizzard. Lucien stands slowly. The blue light expands, revealing Noelle a few feet away—still smiling, but the glow makes her skin shimmer unnaturally, like she’s painted in frost. She pouts at Lucien.“You were supposed to stay down.” He wipes blood from his nose.“Yeah, well… I’m bad at listening.”

She pouts. "Noello is actually right" Tito mutters and cups her cheeks, his hands are bandaged but covered by his hospital gown. "Thank you" Noello grins. "I don't want to be thirty two" Noelle whines. "In fact you will be 80 before you get to know the meaning" Noello said and sticks out his tongue. Noelle's eyes fill with tears and screams"No, that's unfair!!!" Fiorella goes to her and hugs her.