Noah Cast Novels & Stories

Noah is a tall about 179cm with a fair skin, Brown hair color plus his feminist body shape screaming " eat me up" He is a quiet person since childhood after the Lost of his parents in fatal car accident that lend to the disruption of their daily happy life, he maintains his carefully crafted facade as the quiet, studious student who never speaks above a whisper. On campus,he was the most well - behaved, invisible and mannered student in the entire department of business administration, covered with an oversized hoodies, black- rimmed glasses, quietly enough to fade into the background without anyone knowing he was there. Those outfits serves as armor against a world that doesn't know his sec

"Oh?" "I'm sure you saw the picture," Noah said. He spun on his heel and strode to his trailer. They needed to get to the table and read in a tent near the set. "You may fool the press, but you can't fool me. She isn't your type." Noah glanced back over his shoulder. "You wouldn't know about my type, Cassandra. You were an anomaly." He opened the trailer door and stepped inside. Cassandra didn't follow, but she was at the table when Noah arrived. He stifled a groan because they were the only cast members here. There were crew members, but they were busy hanging lights and setting up other equipment.

Only a few of the tables were filled, which was unusual, because usually the guests were countless. Before my mind could start floating around elsewhere, Noah hopped by the waiter’s station. He tapped my shoulder and gave me a little smile. To be honest, Noah could be a movie star. He looked very handsome because he had dominant Egyptian features. His full name is Noah Malachi Ramses. Dark brown hair, wide-set dark brown eyes, very white teeth. You could say he looked a bit like that popular actor of Egyptian descent, but tanner and younger. “Bored, aren’t you?” Noah said with a little smile.

"Let him stay on his knees. We move toward the southern sector in ten minutes." Across the metropolis, inside the vast penthouse suite of the Sterling estate, the atmosphere was perfectly quiet. Noah stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching the red lights of the city's radio towers blink through the heavy fog. He wore a fresh, immaculate light-blue silk shirt, the top button undone, his grandfather's vintage gold watch resting steady against his left wrist. His face remained a beautiful, frozen mask of absolute control.

Maybe he was in conversation with someone, judging from his earplugs. Noah exited the washroom after taking bath. Drying his hair with the towel. He signaled Ford about the time and he pointed for some more. He took a book from the shelf and slid in the bed avoiding the camera. Half an hour had passed and Ford was still busy talking to his assistant on the video call. He slightly brushed his fingers on his knee as he was sitting cross legged but Ford held his hand. Stopping his movements. They were in a serious discussion. He knew Noah was waiting for him. But he was helpless.

Adrian's POV Noah was waiting outside the lift at 5:00 pm when I came out of the cabin. He was leaning against the car with his jacket on and his hands in his pockets, looking at his phone with the relaxed posture of a man who had no particular anxiety about the evening ahead. Which was either genuine or performance, and with Noah it was sometimes genuinely difficult to tell. "Castellano," he said when I reached him. Not a question. "Castellano," I confirmed.

“You okay?” I blink. “Yeah. I’m fine.” His eyes search mine for a second longer, like he’s making sure I actually mean it, then he nods. Only then does he turn to Chase. There’s a brief pause. “Hey," Noah says, extending his hand. "Hey,” he finally replies, shaking Noah’s hand. “Noah.”

“Put the phone down. Let our teammates blow up your phone. Let the internet talk their shit. It’ll all still be there when the day breaks, but you need to rest. Come to bed with me.” Noah shuddered and remained still for a moment, then finally, he shut his phone off and tossed it onto the coffee table with a dull thud. He raised glassy blue eyes at me and for the first time since we left the cinema, he looked exhausted instead of furious. “Yeah,” he muttered, stifling a yawn. “Okay.”

>Noah threw his head back in laughter, "I just had a night with Penelope, that feisty bitch in 11th grade. And Zoe won't let me be." class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">Kyle ignored him, then his nose crinkled, "Where the hell is Zach?" class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">Kyle shrugged, "In the studio, he's got a gig tonight." class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">"And the fucker didn't tell me? What the hell!" Noah frowned, getting up from his chair, "You coming?"

I sat in front of the vanity table, my phone propped up, playing a makeup tutorial video from YouTube. The door swung open and Noah entered looking sweaty and exhausted. He stopped in his tracks and I froze with my concealer in hand. Noah had told me he would be coming back late because he was going into the human world to deal with some business and he had not even been sure he would come home that night. What the fuck happened.