Novel & Cerita Noah Diaz

His grip tightened on the bag in his hand as anger swelled within him. “You should have called to tell me, Grace, before you let her in. I never told you I had a girlfriend.” He said, gritting his teeth, but Grace was a bit surprised that he was angry about that. It wasn’t as if they had ever even talked about that sort of things. Dropping the bag and letting it land heavily on the hallway table, Noah marched towards the backyard. He found Diana casually sitting down there with a glass of juice in hand, and that made him want to punch something.

I knew he was a hundred percent sure the makeover had been for him, he was right, but I'm smart AF and he definitely didn't need to know that. "You have a boyfriend," the guy with him asked, drawing our attention. He sounded almost disappointed. We looked at him quizzically and he smiled nervously. "I'm Noah Dante. Zach's little brother" he introduced with a wave of the hand. What with all the drama he'd witnessed just now. Andria smiled brightly at him. Yup, her teeth were a blinding white. "You're a Dante. I didn't know Zach had a younger brother". "Well I'm more laid back than he is, and I'm homeschooled, so I don't get to socialize much. I'm a novelist". His gaze was on me the whole time

A few moments later, Noah and Jake suddenly laughed as if they're having a fun conversation with their eyes. I couldn't help but look at the huge thing bulging between Diego's legs, Noah didn't seem to be lying, his penis was fucking big and fat, it almost came out in his tight Calvin Klein briefs. "I don't like taking anything for free." Diego suddenly said to me and I looked like a fool nodding at him. Fuck! I can't believe what's happening right now, I was in the same room with Noah Centineo, Jake Andrich, and Diego Barros. This is so fucking hot.

Noah said as he turned back to look at Zeus. "I see him everyday, I have to train with him and work with him. It's hurting both of us." "I can put him on a different team!" "No, that's not fair to him. He already knows the men in this team. They work great together, it took him a while to open up to them because of his level." Noah said. "Oh that's right, he's a delta 3 isn't he?" "Yes... This isn't permanent, I'll do this for a little while. Then I'll end up staying home. Hopefully by then he'll be over me and maybe find someone else.

Damien replied but Noah wasn’t even listening to them Noah's eyes were fixed on Hazel, his gaze burning with intensity. He was trying to recall every detail of their encounter, every moment they shared. Hazel, sensing his gaze, looked up, and their eyes met. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Damien and Naya's bickering faded into the background as Noah's focus solely remained on Hazel. He took a step closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate. Hazel's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, but Noah could sense her heart racing.

Grabbing my sunglasses, I burst out of the door and stood on the edge of my small porch, bouncing on my toes as I waited for the truck to come to a halt. "Happy moving day!" Noah's grin was wide as he swung down from the driver's seat. His easy grace and lithe movements always impressed me; he was such a big guy, all solid muscle and incredible strength. He'd told me once that part of his training included ballet and yoga, because the position he played on the football field required agility. I could totally see that.

Dorian’s P.O.V I crouched behind a stack of gear bags, sweat still clinging to my neck from the game we just fucking smashed. My chest was heaving, high off the win, but I was here searching for Noah because he vanished after the final buzzer. Seeing the man towering over him come into view with Noah just standing there, arms crossed, head-dipped low, and looking like a kicked puppy instead of the smug, golden-boy captain I was used to hating, my throat worked with difficulty and it became increasingly hard to just stand by but I knew I needed to see and hear this.

He’d set down three glasses on three coasters, atop the round ring of his walled, peg-legged coffee table. “Scotch?” I asked, my voice devoid of all emotion. Davin just passed my glass to me. I took a sip. It burned all the way down. Marla wrinkled her nose, but knocked the whole glass back in one. “There. Can I have a vodka cranberry now?” Davin chuckled. “Sure. You too, Enzo?” I waved a hand. “Yeah, whatever.” They shared a look. “I quite like a mai tai, personally,” said Davin, “but I haven’t got any lime juice.”

"Ruby. Do you still have my number? I'm Noah." *****

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"