Lyssy Noel Novels & Stories

Jessica’s smile stiffened, her eyes flashing with an incandescent, raw fury as she heard the absolute lack of fear in the younger woman's voice. "You think you understand Noah’s mind?" Jessica hissed, stepping closer to the edge of the platform, her voice trembling with forced contempt. "You know nothing about what my brother built, Lydia! You think you are a queen standing up there? You are nothing but a temporary shield for Adrian Wolfe’s debts!"

What exactly was Her Highness thinking when she paired the both of them up? The four wolves looked towards the entrance of the dining room. Noelle walked in in a black sports bra and matching shorts with her hair up in space buns. Ezekiel growled, making Hunter look away immediately. "What are you wearing?" He growled and redirected his glare to Anna, who yelped at the mere look on his face. "I...I got her... a dress." She stuttered out. "A full-sleeve dress in the middle of summer? That too for bed-time?" Noelle rolled her eyes, her wolf smirking for the both of them, as she walked in and took the seat next to Ezekiel, across from Livian Rodriguez, the beta.

she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. Lilian smirked. “Ah, so the mask is off. You’ve finally stopped pretending to be gentle and kind. Took you long enough,” she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. Lily’s gaze flicked to Noah, who stood beside Lilian. “Did she tell you? She’s the mistress of Moses, the owner of L&L Company. You shouldn’t let her fool you,” Lily said, her voice loud enough for those nearby to hear. Noah raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his expression unreadable.

She called out whilst her voice thick with distress. I straightened immediately. "What is wrong?" Lyssandra reached us and held out what looked like a torn piece of fabric. Her hands shook and tears streamed down her face. "Look what she did," she choked out whilst gesturing at the fabric. "Nova destroyed it." I took the fabric from her hands and examined it closely. It appeared to be part of a dress, ripped deliberately by the looks of it. "Nova did this?" Killian's tone was sceptical.

he ordered firmly then hung up the phone just like that. He is Jacob Hayden Al Jassem, the military-looking man who helped Lucy Watts from the murder of Helen Noel's mercenaries. However, due to Lucy's condition, who was pregnant and bleeding, her personal doctors were forced to perform emergency surgery to save the poor woman who was none other than the second wife of her rival and nemesis Daniel Noel. Not wanting to take any further risks, he was forced to have someone take Lucy Watts who was in critical condition to the biggest hospital in Los Angeles. He was forced to do so so that his rival, Daniel Noel, would not know about his whereabouts. Because he has his own plan to destroy the No

Crystal chandeliers, live orchestra, flowers worth more than most people’s monthly rent, but none of it registered. Then she walked in. And the entire world narrowed to a single point. Fuck. Noelle wore a deep crimson gown that looked like it had been poured over her body. The dress was sin incarnate. A plunging neckline that showcased the smooth brown skin of her cleavage, a slit up one thigh that revealed her leg with every step, and a back so low it barely existed. Her natural curls were styled in soft waves, and her obsidian eyes were lined with something that made them look even more dangerous.

Smart girl. The Younger Sister (Lysandra): A teenage grenade in a ballgown. Eighteen, with Cassian’s storm-gray eyes but zero of his self-control. She kicked off her designer heels under the table and texted furiously, muttering, “Ugh, another blonde Stepford wife? How predictable.” Then she caught my eye and smirked. You’re not her, are you? her raised eyebrow whispered. Tell Cass I said his new toy’s got spine.

She then looked around the hall, now only sparsely populated by a few staff members cleaning up, and quickly made a suggestion, “I think this place is suitable for a conversation. Please, go ahead.” Wendy seemed more at ease with Lysia’s approval. She rummaged through her handbag for a jewelry box. Lysia squinted at her, noticing the woman in front of her was the perfect model all girls and boys seemed to be infatuated with. Standing taller than Lysia, she had golden, wavy hair cascading down, sharp makeup, and a body so alluring it couldn’t be concealed by the form-fitting dark green dress she wore. Truly, the Azure Grace necklace was merely a small touch on her.

N O E L L E “She’s a fashion designer in Germany,” Alyssa said with greeted teeth. I ran to her and cried. I told her everything that happened, and she searched for Vanessa’s information online. She followed her on I*******m and checked all her previous posts. “She’s gorgeous!” She was just angry a while ago, and now she’s complimenting her.

Lissie's empowered voice made the woman stunned. Cindy ceased drinking her tea. Her eyes deliberately hoist to the woman who was polished with luxurious brands as her clothes. The limited edition Hermés bag she's holding was the thing Cindy had been trying to acquire. Sadly, only two people own it and it's Lissie and the well-known supermodel Loraine Yves. The woman in front of her was no longer than the billionaire daughter of a business tycoon, Bellissima Victoryn. She's not the same Lissie Jones anymore.