Ff13 Noel Novels & Stories

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

"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.

“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?”

In the center was affixed with a blue imitation pearl. Noel waved from a distance. "Hey, Amora! I'm here!" he shouted like a child his age. He wore formal attire in the form of a white shirt and army green shorts. His hair was neatly combed, parted to the side, and given a fair amount of coconut oil. Noel was hanging out with his friends, teenagers aged 15 and over. While the children his age were playing hide and seek. Noel never liked such games. He always thought it was too childish for him.

Where Sadey stood eagerly waiting for them. "This is him." She handed the doll to Tom. He looked at the smiling doll in a tiny red shirt, blue trousers and a tiny plastic sword. "Wow. This sir Darin looks nothing like the Darin I know. He's smiling. I don't think I've ever seen Darin smile before. Sadey giggled. "Darin does smile. He smiles at us right Lacey?" "Yes he does." Lacey nodded. "Ok. So this is Queen Gwen." She pointed at a doll beside her white and blue doll house. "She's the queen of this castle. And sir Darin looks after her."

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?”