Lyssy Noel Novels & Stories

Ryan let her go and went back to kitchen to make coffee. Lyla stepped in with a very gorgeous woman behind her. The woman was had long brown hair tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a casual outfit, sweats with a shirt and had a tote bag hanging on one of her shoulders. “Sit down, please.” Lyla gestured towards the couch opposite to me. The woman sat down and her eyes locked with me. “Good to finally see you, Noah Carter.” She said with a smirk on her face. No matter how much beautiful her outer appearance was, her inner personality was making her look ugly.

"Didn't I tell you to be good when you got here? Look at you—how did you end up like this?" I raised my head with difficulty and tried hard to make her out with my right eye. "You brought me here—you saw my identification. You must know I'm Noelle Grant. Tell them who I am! I'm Lysander Quill's fiancée, and I want him to see me right now!" The woman shrieked and backed away as I crawled toward her. She didn't want my blood to get on her. "Who do you think you're kidding, calling yourself Noelle Grant?

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Instantly, Jonathan pulled out his card to pay. Before I could explain to the salesperson, my gaze caught on the strand of prayer beads around his wrist. Just yesterday, when Chloe announced her return to the public eye, one of the photos in her post had prominently featured those same beads. At a glance, they seemed out of place among the other glamorous shots—but someone online recognized them as exclusive items from the historic retreat he'd closed for her. Soon, the story of the place's six-month closure and the identity of the bracelet's owner was everywhere. Paparazzi had captured footage of Chloe and him leaving the grounds. Even without showing Jonathan's face, the custom-tailored su

She wondered if Mitchell's late-night trip to the hospital was related to Xyla. As she was lost in thought, Lorraine called. Noelle stepped into the elevator and said, "I'm on my way up. I'm in the elevator now." Lorraine stood before her favorite brand's counter, holding a gray dress. Her silhouette was tall and graceful. "What do you think of this dress?" She turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile. The corners of her eyes lifted in a way that was almost flirtatious. "What a sly fox," Noelle couldn't help but think to herself. This woman could enthrall anyone with her eyes alone.