Noah And Elle Novels & Stories

The Third Person Noah grumbles to himself while Ella cuts out shapes from colorful constriction paper. She hums to herself and Noah watches the door to the kindergarten classroom. Ella glances at him and sighs, setting down her safety scissors. “Are you waiting for Evan? You know he’s gonna be here soon! School hasn’t even started yet!” Ella giggles to herself, playfully smacking Noah’s arm. “I’m looking for him, yeah,” Noah’s eyes narrow, “I need to talk to him about something serious.”

They shook hands and then both seemed to realize that a handshake was insufficient and slightly absurd and there was a brief moment of neither knowing what came next before Elena stepped in and hugged him like it was the simplest thing in the world, which broke whatever tension was holding the room stiff. Eli looked surprised by the hug. Then he leaned into it slightly. Just slightly. Noah crossed the room next. They were the same height, which seemed to catch both of them off guard. They stood looking at each other with the mutual recognition of people seeing a version of themselves in someone else's face for the first time. "You draw," Noah said. "Obsessively," Eli said. His accent was Lon

“Noah bought you both gifts already. He got Dad a nice bottle of local whiskey and me a little necklace for the porch table. He wants everything to feel welcoming. He’s really trying. Can’t wait for you to meet him.” Elias set the phone down and gripped my hips, thrusting up harder. “He’s already buying gifts for us,” he growled, eyes dark. “Some boy named Noah is trying to impress the family while I’m actively breeding you on our couch. Ride me, baby. Take every drop while we wait for him to come here.” I rode him faster, moaning softly. He met every movement with powerful upward thrusts, one hand covering my mouth when I got too loud. We came together hard, bodies locked tight.

"Just a few seconds yet I already feel so close to him. I feel like we were meant to be you know." Oh... I scoffed shaking my head. Anything that would come out of my mouth at the moment would be bad. For both me and Layla. "I'm done packing. We'll see in a week." I muttered, dragging my small suitcase towards the door. "Oh, Elena..." Layla called me back and I turned. "Once we and Noah are together, you can come back in like... Four years. By then, he would have completely forgotten you existed then... I'll link you up with one of his rich friends... We'll both have a happily ever after. " She said with a sweet smile.

I explained with a shrug. ‘We’re done whenever you’re ready, bro,’ Elle linked me. She and Ziyah were spending some bonding time together. Elle took her to the salon and did some shopping. Those two seemed to have gravitated towards one another, which was good. They had a mutual understanding of what the other might need based on what they experienced. Plus, I liked the fact that they seemed to be getting close. Elle was important to me just like Ziyah was. ‘I’ll be done with your lover boy in a few minutes,’ I responded.

She didn't bother waiting for anyone at the reception. Fuck it. This time, she was taking matters into her own hands. She pulled the door open; Olivia and Noah were sitting on a couch apart from each other, their expressions clearly showing they'd been expecting her. She fully stepped in and slowly closed the door behind her. Her gaze landed on the contract file that they had placed on the desk. “Remember, Olivia, this stays between us,” Lena gave her a stern look as she spoke. Hearing what Lena had just said, Noah immediately jolted from his seat. “Oh wow, so the public won't know you collected money just to be in a relationship with me? Is that so?”