Noah Cast 소설 & 이야기

I managed to make my way down to the ruckus in one piece. Noah is pacing the living room floor in his work attire – which consists of a navy blue suit, white button up shirt, a blood red tie and a pair of pitch black shoes – while Liam is standing to the side witnessing the insane behaviour in front of him. As I make my way down from the last landing of the stairs, the sound of my heels clacking away on the dark wooden flooring of the living room, his eyes find mine. They are rimmed red. His hair is a dishevelled mess.

And here she was getting what I had always dreamed of. I never liked Jada. But at least her presence was tolerable. Alessandra was someone I wanted to hate. I wish I could tell Noah that she had a façade behind that innocent face. Tears started stinging at the back of my eyes. But that was not enough. There was more to come. Noah… King Noah James got back and kept looking at her. Then very slowly he started submerging himself in water. Till I could no longer see him.

That man stopped walking instantly when he saw her as if he was ready to confront her. "Welcome to our event, Mr Castell. How are you doing today? The news about Aeroxx was everywhere. I'm sure it must be quite reassuring to you that Aeroxx had closed down. You must have a lot of free time now... I mean, now that you had nothing to work for," Nora mocked him and deliberately stood in front of him. She wanted to cover him from being seen by Liam or Kathleen. She had been waiting for this moment to happen so badly, to finally expose Kathleen's identity to Aaron Castell. But first, she needed to give Aaron a warm-up session before she let him see the bigger surprise.

Nobody m⁠ov⁠ed. Then Noa‌h’s‍ voice start⁠ed pla⁠ying‌. Recorded separately. “When I w⁠as younger…” His voice s‌ounded a‌wkward. “…I thou‍ght family me‍ant people wh‍o ne⁠ver‍ fight.” The scr‍een changed. A video of Ava and Liam arguing over furn‍i‌ture. Then another clip of t‍h‍em laughing twenty minutes later.⁠

Noah's face appeared on the screen. He was sitting in the dim light of his private office. He looked exhausted. His dark brown hair was messy, and the top three buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, exposing the heavy scars on his chest. "You're awake," Noah murmured. His deep, gravelly voice coming through the small speaker sent an immediate, violent shiver straight down my spine. "I was waiting for you," I whispered, holding the phone above my face in the dark room. Noah's dark blue eyes scanned my screen. He noticed the oversized black collar slipping off my bare shoulder. A sudden heat flared in his exhausted eyes. "Is that my shirt?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“No one is ever at Zac’s house. How is there someone here? It’s supposed to be completely private.” “Woah, calm down,” I said. “Nothing is going on. You’re fine. This is Noah.” The way she had moved around in Zac’s house, it really was as if she were walking into her own home. I suppose it would give her a fright to suddenly see someone after six prior lifetimes of the same empty house. “Who?” she asked, still confused. “Who the hell is Noah?” “Uhm…,” I started. “Well… he’s the younger brother of Miles Kennedy….”

It's been two weeks, Noah always goes to Amrodan's house every day. He rarely spent time with Gladys. Even Noah never went to school and Xeva never saw him. Exactly today, Noah went back to school. He didn't want his father to be suspicious, Moreover, knowing him who often comes to the uncle's house to practice magic secretly. Because practicing at Amrodan's house, now Noah has become very strong. His magic power exceeds his father, Mr. Retter.

Sterling leaned back in his office chair, one hand gripping the armrest, the other resting uselessly beside his keyboard. His laptop was open. His inbox full. His calendar screaming. He hadn’t typed a single word in fifteen minutes. Outside his widow, far below, on the other side of the rink, sprawled over a row of seats like a goddamn magazine spread, was Noah. Legs extended, head tipped slightly back, one arm tossed lazily over the seat beside him. He looked like he belonged there. Like the whole building had been built around him.

He needed to return to Lane Mansion and see how these people dared to act with such audacity! Seeing no reason to stop him, Kiki agreed to it. "Okay." … Meanwhile, Yvette noticed Noah sitting at the laptop, live-streaming and even singing to the audience. She realized how cheerful and outgoing he was. She didn't stop him, but she called out, "Noah, come eat dinner once you're done." "Got it," Noah replied. The audience immediately asked, "Zac, was that your mom?" "Mhm." Noah nodded. "Can we see your parents?"

The morning sun filtered through the breakfast nook, casting a serene glow over the estate that felt entirely at odds with the storm brewing inside Orion’s chest. Noah was humming. It was a soft, airy tune that grated on Orion’s nerves because he knew exactly what or rather, who was responsible for it. Noah was dressed in a pair of slim-fit, pale blue slacks that hugged his wide, curvy hips and a white linen shirt that billowed slightly, making him look like a soft summer cloud. He was currently fussing with his fluffy brown hair in the reflection of a silver toaster, his big doe eyes sparkling with a level of excitement Orion hadn't seen in months.