Mischa X Noel Novels & Stories

I told the two. They both nodded and we lined up at the ferris wheel. Leo and Arturo left the prizes we earned by the attendant before we all got into the open cabin. I sat beside Arturo with Leo in front of us. The ferris shell soon reached the top and I admired the view from the top. Arturo wrapped his arms around my waist as we watch the lights turn on one by one as the sky darkens. "It's beautiful," I whispered under my breath. "Not as beautiful as you," Arturo whispered in my ear.

I narrow my eyes at her to let her know how lucky she is right now. “Come this way,” Mark says, pulling me closer to the edge of the dance floor. I look over my shoulder to make sure Teagan will follow, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Oops. I have no idea where she’s gone to, but I’m too ready to continue with this dance with Mark to worry about it much. She’s probably hanging out with Rebel, anyway. Those two are attached at the hip these days. The relationship is only three weeks old, but it’s like they’ve been together for a year. Rebel even talks like a normal person sometimes now.

“You’re right. He does love you. You’ve always been the one, Sienna. Always.” The words sounded untrue, leaving her reeling. Her heart clenches painfully, confusion and disbelief warring inside her. “Then how…” she begins, her voice trailing off as her throat tightens. Ivana takes a slow, measured breath. “Because people make mistakes. Noah and I had a… misunderstanding a long time ago. He thought we were on a break, and things happened. It wasn’t planned, and it wasn’t supposed to be this way. But then Noel came.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Matteo smirked, licking his lips. “You weren’t so hesitant to follow me that night.” “That night was a mistake,” Noel said, voice shaking. “I was confused. I’m glad nothing happened.” “Don’t lie to me,” Matteo said, stepping closer again. “You liked the way I looked at you. You still do.” “Don’t.” Matteo leaned in again, whispering against his neck. “You taste like secrets.” Noel shoved him, hard this time, and bolted across the room. “I said stop it!”

“Word is, Dimitri’s been taking an interest. Not in business. Not in land. In a girl.” Nico’s jaw clenched. “Which girl?” Noelle let the pause hang, then: “Missy.” The air in the room shifted. Heavy. Nico’s fingers tightened around his glass until the ice inside cracked. He didn’t move, but his stillness was more dangerous than rage. “Who told you that?” “Does it matter?” Noelle arched a brow. “I hear things, Nico. I always have. And this—this is dangerous. That girl is walking straight into something she doesn’t even understand.”

“Hey, Tesoro.” Enzo pulled me into a warm hug. “Hmm, let’s find her another name Enzo” Mason muttered, his jealousy loud enough to make me burst into laughter. Enzo smirked at him before turning to me. “You two belong together. Happy birthday, Mia.” He drifted off and I felt a wave of gratitude. Enzo had been nothing but a good friend. Chelsea too, especially now that I knew she’d lied about the ‘simple date.’ “Mia!” Mr. Noah walked toward me with slow, careful steps. Age clung to him a little more each day. “Happy birthday” he pulled me into a gentle hug.

This is the message that Noel read from Miguel. "It's weird. They didn't even say goodbye to us, that they're going to live- in," Noel said, shaking his head. "Can you read?" Carlos joked to Noel. "Bro, they just went somewhere, they won't be together as a couple. "Carlos corrected what Noel said and punched him lightly on the arm. "Bro, that's where they're going too!" Noel replied and laughed foolishly. "You think too much!" Maureen replied, and she left. She ran to where another girl was sitting on the bench. Charlotte followed her.

Hazel wasn't convinced, she saw sparks between Mischa and Lee especially when they danced together, "I don't know ... you should've seen them together on stage, you'll get what I mean ... they're so good together." "And that bothers you because ...? Sometimes I don't understand, you look like two best friends smitten with each other, all I want to say is ... kiss him already! You're jealous of Mischa, he's jealous of Theo ... how long are you going to pretend you're not crazy for each other?" "I don't know ... I'm not that sure he's into me ..."

She rubs her shoulder and offers a comforting smile. “Let’s go inside, make cups of hot chocolate with that Irish cream we stashed last winter, and watch the new season of Shameless. We’ve been waiting for a good day to watch it together, I have no homework and you already did yours during spare, I know you,” Priscilla says and pokes Noel’s forehead teasingly. “That does sound kinda nice,” Noel whispers.