Mischa X Noel Novels & Stories

"Don't fucking flirt with my date. " Noel leans forward with a taunting smirk on his face. "And why's that? Afraid I'll steal her attention from you?" The duo glare at each other and it almost seem like it's taking everything for Dan not to move from his seat and throw his fist in his friend's face before they both break into a laugh and Noel draws back. I'm unable to hold back my smile at the silly interaction. Noel is cooler than I thought he would be at first glance. The woman returns with two beers and a vodka soda. She drops the soda before me while Dan passes one of the beers to Noel.

We chorused at the same time. The smile on Chelsea's face vanished into thin air, only to be replaced with awe. "What?" She looked from her brother to me, then back to him. "What is wrong with you, Noel? The chick is hot and beautiful. Are you just snooping around with her, or do you want to eat your cake and have it, when—" "Enough!" Noel thundered. His deep voice resonated across the four walls of their lounge and I could swear this was the first time I heard him in that tone.

"Do you miss your crush?" "Pamela, you still remember her," Noello grinned, "I miss her physically but we talk over the phone and even do VC sometimes," Noello replied. "Cool," I responded. The door rang again and Noello went to open the door. I wanted to stop him but he was so fast like a hare. He talked with someone for a while, I stood up out of curiosity but he closed the door and walked to him. "A gift for us," Noello shrugged and placed it on the couch.

"Snap out of it, Xavier! Look at me—I'm Noelle, not Winter. If you've lost your mind, go chase after Winter." "Noelle, I made a mistake. You know you're the one I love. With Winter... I just lost control. She lured me in, Noelle." Xavier suddenly wrapped his arms around Noelle. No matter how much she wriggled and squirmed, he would not let go. Xavier's grip was so tight that Noelle could barely catch her breath. She felt gross all over, especially hearing his words. "Let me go, Xavier! If you don't, I'm going to scream for help."

“Tatiana, we’re still eating!” Trisha nearly spat into her wine. “Please. I just swallowed cheese. Don’t talk about ‘trying again’ with food in my mouth.” Clara raised a hand. “We need a brain bleach.” I chuckled, dabbing the corner of my mouth with a napkin. “But seriously… Mischa feels like she belongs to everyone but her parents.” “She’s a free agent,” Igor said casually, slicing his bread and handing pieces to both Max and Mischa. “I get the first piece!” Max shouted.