Noah Anderson Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” Aunt Caro asked Noah with her coolest stare. He was wearing a white shirt and dark blue jeans that fit him like they were custom made. His short hair was brushed to the back and he looked so fresh I thought I could eat him up. “Noah Elliot,” he said, standing tall with confidence. Now that was a real man, not afraid of anything. “I'm Lena's friend.”

"Anderson Group is working with Professor McKinnon, so we should both revel in the glory." "I don't have the right to celebrate this occasion with you." Noah threw his head back and downed a glass of champagne in one go. "I'm not blessed with a capable woman like you, after all." As he spoke, he turned to look at Yvonne, a slight smile perched on his face. "You really are amazing, Ms. Miller." He'd thought Stephen and Yvonne were people with moral integrity, but it turned out they were just putting on an act for him.

Noah sat still, composed now, answering where needed, his expression calm, controlled. Fifteen minutes later, a voice from the team cut through. “Time’s up.” The noise dipped slightly before one reporter leaned forward. “Last question, please. Mr. Anderson.” Noah nodded once, his gaze locking onto the reporter. “Tony Blackwood has been the best running back this season— even better than you. I admire your confidence in your defense, but what if they fail? Will you step up as the main running back and carry the team to victory?” A faint smile tugged at Noah’s lips, slow and deliberate.

Until Noah was the only one left. He stood slowly, dragging his fingers through his tousled brown hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. The voice on the other side of the door kept speaking. Confident. Cool. Like it belonged to someone who never had to raise it to be heard. It sang to every nerve ending in Noah's body. He didn’t know why he was this anxious. He hadn’t felt this way in years. Finally: "Noah Rivers." He straightened to his full six-foot-four height. Whatever was waiting in that room, he could handle it. No billionaire owner was going to make him feel small.

with her… She tilted her head back to look at him. “They both know you are going to stay with us.. Why didn’t you tell me?” she complained. “Wait a minute” Aiden intervened. “Is this because of Noah?” he asked, staring at Kayden who was clueless who Noah was. “Because you don’t have to worry about that guy, I am enough to tackle him” Kayden glanced at his wife. “Who is Noah?” Eleanor rolled her eyes. She forgot to mention anything about that incident. “Noah, he is a famous TV star and even the male lead of my web series”

Both of them might share the same bed, but they no longer loved each other. A black Maybach stopped next to his limousine. Then, its driver lowered the window. It was Noah. He was dressed in a white shirt and an expensive three-piece suit. The orange hue from the evening sun shone on him and accentuated his mature, stunning appearance. He looked so good that it stung Anderson. Noah propped his hand on the window sill and adopted a poker face. “What a coincidence, Anderson!” Anderson turned his head sideways, his face devoid of any expression. “What a small world, Noah!”

he said while taking off his expensive Hugo Boss suit and shirt. Noah was bewildered to see the hard muscular body behind the suit was being exposed. Turned out, Anderson’s body was filled with tattoos. Most of them were letters, ‘I could see some names there…’ Noah tried to read one of his tattoos, ‘Wendy… isn’t that Wade’s sister?’ Anderson knew that Noah was observing his tattoos, so he explained it to him, “these are the names of my previous Lunas…” he said nonchalantly. Noah observed it quickly and he found at least twenty or more names written on his body, “so, where are they now?” he pried, hopefully, he could still save Wade’s sister.

"Thanks for helping me out today. Here go pick up a pizza and a six-pack. Enjoy it—on me." Gio's scrutinizing eyes didn't go unnoticed. The way Noah was acting, they'd all be onto him soon, but Gio was probably already thinking it. He knew him better than anyone else did. "What? You're not coming with?" Abel asked, taking the money. Noah shook his head. "I gotta lot of unpacking to do. Then I still gotta go into the gym tonight." He flexed his arm. "Rain or shine, baby, can't stop training. Pretty soon, I'll be back in the ring."

She found herself leaning on her palm as she stared at him, the way he smiled showed off his white teeth, and the way his suit hugged his muscled body made her feel warm in so many places. Crystal flinched when he looked in her direction and the sharpness of his blue eyes made her internally swoon. Cyrus Noah, the nephew of the man she now called her husband. He was someone she had been so attracted to since the first they met at a family function. He was rich, a celebrity figure, a professional swimmer and many more— He was just an all rounder in Hollywood.

the man said. Noah faked a humorous laugh. He was not flattered by the compliment but he could not insult the man in front of him. “I didn’t know there was some gossip lurking around about me,” Noah said and chuckled. “I believe this is our first meeting. I am Noah de Oliveira,” Noah added as he extended his hand. The man accepted it and said, “Jordan Ceiran. It’s nice meeting you, Chairman.” Noah’s smile immediately faded. “Drop the Chairman, Jordan. We’re both working for General Kio now."