Noah Cast Novels & Stories

Gabriel said, stepping out onto the porch beside Noah, watching the silver cars spin their tires in the mud and speed away down the dark driveway. "Let them run," Noah said, his voice quiet, steady, and full of raw weight. He closed the red leather folder and held it tight under his arm. He turned around and walked back into the warm sitting room. The house was quiet now, save for the crackle of the fireplace. Caleb, Anna, Sarah, and Eleanor were all standing near the sofa, their faces pale as they waited to hear what had happened on the porch. Noah walked over to his mother. He set the red folder down on the small table beside her tea cup and took both of her hands into his own.

"So now that I have a magic brain-phone and a real phone, are we gonna actually train, or are you just gonna give me more homework?" Noah stepped back, unzipping his black hoodie and tossing it onto the weapons rack. Underneath, he wore a tight black t-shirt that showed off heavy, scarred shoulders. He bounced on the balls of his feet, holding his hands up in a defensive guard. "Alright, caretaker," Noah grinned, his grey eyes flashing with competitive heat. "Let's see what you've got. Show me how you kicked Callum in the knee." "Oh, you're gonna regret asking for that," I smirked, dropping my coffee cup and stepping onto the cold flagstones.

I shrugged. “As you wish, my Lord” he suddenly took up a medieval English accent and struck a pose, “Now! On to complete our quest” he said, marching forward. At this point, I wasn't even surprised. One moment he was sane, the next thing you know, he's the definition of eccentric. ★★★ Meanwhile, Noah is on his way, with his driver, to pick up his kids along with Layla. It's clear that he isn't planning to take any more chances. The past couple of days had been a real rollercoaster ride for all of them.

"Tell me, Chris... is the ruthless Alpha CEO fucking his little Beta doctor on the side?" Christopher’s posture locked into absolute steel. A sudden, icy rage boiled beneath his ribs, momentarily washing away his physical fatigue. "Watch your mouth, Cassian." Noah, however, remained entirely unfazed. He slowly crossed one leg over the other, resting his hands in his lap. "I treat his medical conditions, Mr. Collins," Noah said, his voice calm, precise, and laced with quiet sarcasm. "Unlike you, my presence in this room actually serves a legitimate purpose.”

Noah said roughly and shoved the two six-packs of beer he'd been holding at him. Gio and Abel were more discreet, but Noah hadn't missed the way they took Roni in from top to bottom. Noah stifled a growl. "Is anyone else here yet?" Roni asked, stretching her neck out to look through the kitchen window as she passed by Noah, shocking his senses. Unbelievably, she smelled better than she looked. It was completely intoxicating, and Noah had to close his eyes for a moment in reaction. "The sound guy and his crew are here," Abel said, "and I saw a few cars drive slowly past. I think they were looking for parking."

" Xavier says as he takes another step toward us. Noah growls before he braces himself in an attack stance. Xavier growls before lunging forward. Noah pushes me left as he spins around, causing Xavier to fly past him. As Xavier goes past him Noah kicks his leg out while grabbing the back of Xavier's neck. Effectively taking him down to the ground and jumping on his back while throwing his arm around his neck. With Xavier in a headlock he yanks back while growling at Xavier. I look to Damien to see Damien standing there Looking at them surprised. A moment later I hear Noah say, "Sleeep big bad bear!" Noah says like he is impersonating Mantis from guardians of the galaxy. I stand there shocked

“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.”

We hadn’t even noticed that he’d joined the room. He was leaning against the doorframe with his hands folded across his chest, which made his bicep bulge. He had a white V-neck t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was still wet and he was bare feet. “You mean like a cow or those other animals I watch on the farm show?” Noah asks, his eyes shooting from me to Iris then to his dad. Iris lay contentedly in my arms after belching, completely unaware that we were discussing her and her modes of feeding.

The Following Day, Mid-afternoon. A Multimillion-dollar Condo Apartment Off Campus Grounds. NOAH’S POV. TONY’S RIVAL. Noah leaned forward on one of the plush couches in his living room, his elbows braced against his thighs, his grip tight around a wireless controller as his eyes stayed locked on the massive screen in front of him. The 75-inch TV flashed green from the pitch— players sprinting, the crowd roaring faintly through the speakers.

Aurora sits frozen, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. Noah straightens his tie, glancing around the table. “None of you can even think of opposing me,” he says, his tone icy. “You all have skeletons in your cupboards. And I assure you, I know exactly where they’re buried.” With that, he buttons his jacket, adjusts his cuffs, and strides toward the door, Nile trailing closely behind him. The moment Noah steps outside, his phone dings. He pulls it from his pocket, his eyes narrowing as he sees an unknown number. It’s a video recording.