Ff13 Noel Novels & Stories

The scene collapsed into pandemonium, and some of the fangirls were even tussling because of that. Frank stood in the distance, shocked. If Kat became a star someday, with fanboys chanting like that… He felt a chill down his spine and decided once again to kill the idea in its crib. Getting to a quiet place, he called Noel. "Hello." Noel's voice was languid, seemingly having just gotten out of bed. "Where are you, Ms. York?" "Me?" Noel was at a loss but soon came to her senses and giggled. "I'm in Riverton."

He said, "You sound sentimental. It's like the last time you spoke to Alicia. Do you have a problem with me?" "Hahaha, no. I'm just tired. I wanted to visit my niece for Christmas, but I'm stuck with this asshole killer who kills people regardless of... whether it's Christmas or not," Noel said, speaking fast without pausing. Noel leaned his back against the top of the chair then looked around, "looks like everyone is going to have a nice Christmas, Nick."

"We are all here for the fight battle for tonight's mission and you all know what this look like, it's not your first time doing this so i don't expect you to start acting like this is new to you. Many of you might not know who i am so i will do you good by introducing myself" "I am Noel, Noah's twin but that doesn't mean you have the right to call be my name unless you are seeking for death then you are allowed to call me by my name. I will do the choosing myself while My bro sit and watch, I have with me the list of most of your names and the person you will be fighting with. When your name is called by me, do well to come to the middle of the field, Are you clear?" He explained to them an

“I think Xavier is hungry. I may leave.” Winnie just gave her a nod and Noelle walked out. She went to Xavier's room and saw him playing with his favourite toys. Her breath was heavy as she hugged him tightly. It was impossible for her to stop the feeling of being reminded of Ned when she saw Winnie no matter how hard she tried. She was unable to shake his dying face whenever she looked at Winnie. She couldn’t erase his face even if she wanted to. “What’s wrong?” She heard Luther’s masculine voice. Noelle jerked upward as she quickly wiped her tears so Luther would not notice them. “What happened, Noe?”

"Noel!" -----------------------------

"NO!! LET ME JUST GO REAL QUI--WAIT--DON'T PULL THAT HARD--" Ripped "...MY SHIRT! YOU RIPPED MY SHIRT!" "Oh..." "WHAT 'OH' THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!!! I HADN'T EVEN STARTED RUNNING YET, YOU F*CK---! " "Shut it." "WHO THE HELL TOLD ME T--" "..." "...!" "..." "haha... yes... I'll shut up...s-stop glaring already... hahahaha...haha...f*ck." Noel has always been the Captainatic in the group. He'll follow Archilles to the end of the Earth, or even to the moon if his dearest captain decides to flap his non-existent wings up there someday.

“Relaxing gets people killed.” Nyra’s lips curved. “And yet, you just smiled at me when Noelle called us superheroes.” Sebastian blinked. “…That was tactical. For morale purposes.” “Sure,” she said, tilting her head. “Tactical.” Noelle had vanished behind her snow fortress, emerging moments later with a stick in her hand, which she waved like a sword. “I’m General Noelle,” she announced. “Defender of Snowtopia. You cannot attack without my permission.”

Halo Noel: The mercenaries at the camp have been neutralized. Calum Beauchamp (On Comms): Nice work, Your Grace. You have five minutes to catch up with the larger group. Halo Noel: This is the part where you tell me how I do that. I have but small legs, Mr Beauchamp. Calum chuckles on the line. Calum Beauchamp (On Comms): Check your digitizer.

Forgive me? I love you. L. He smirked. "Looks like you got a package." "Clearly you doofus." George said, shaking his head. "What's in the box?" Tom cleared his throat. "Uhh..." He stuffed the note in his pocket. "This." He lifted up his new game. "Is that Forza?" The other guy was ready to get up. "Horizon three?" "That's it. Go look at the pretty package and leave my high score alone." Tom nodded. "Really? It is?"

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”