Noah From The Next Step Novels & Stories

Noah smiled. It had been a while since he fought with anyone. “Come at me then, if you think you can defeat me,” Noah told them, using his finger to motion for them to move closer. The man, thinking he could easily defeat Noah, rushed at him. Noah jumped up, and delivered a high kick straight to the man’s head. The man collapsed instantly and passed out. The other men chasing after Rachel froze in place, their eyes wide with shock. “So, who is the next person? Step forward,” Noah said, cracking his knuckles.

I quickly wiped my cheeks as footsteps came closer. "Is someone there?" I held my breath, staying completely still. The footsteps came closer. "Principal Cole." Another voice called out from nearby. "Your attention is needed right now." "I am coming," she answered. The footsteps continued toward me for a moment longer. "Please don't come here," I whispered under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. "It's urgent, Principal," the second voice pressed. She let out a tired groan. "I'm coming. I never get to catch a breath around here."

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.

Stephanie smiled at him. Noah smiled deeply at her with his deep, penetrating smile. "I like it, Stephanie. I'll be Noah then." he says. Despite Stephanie's attraction to Noah, she turns her head away from him to divert her attention to the road, despite his height, firm jawline, and hypnotic smile. If she only knew how old Noah really is, and that he is the Vampire who had the war that her mate had died in.

Zachary sent Noah the login details and gave him a quick tutorial before stepping back to let him handle everything. Excited and curious about live streaming, Noah quickly borrowed Xavier's laptop and logged into the platform. The camera focused on his face, but none of the viewers realized that the person on screen had changed. "Zac! Mwah, I missed you so much! Here's a Nimbus Arrow!" "Zac, can you teach me how to sing? I'm about to turn four. My mom taught me how to type." Gifts and comments flooded the screen. Noah soon caught on to what was happening. He cleared his throat. "Everyone, please don't send gifts. Let's be mindful of our spending, alright?"

Some laughed loudly. Some hurried past carrying books against their chests. Others leaned against the walls talking. At the end of the corridor we reached a staircase. We had barely climbed a few steps when I heard my name. “Ava.” I looked up instantly. Noah. He was descending toward us from the upper floor. Tall. Confident. As always. A vintage white shirt hugged his frame perfectly while gray pants fit neatly around his waist. His black hair swayed lightly over his forehead as he descended.

No, don't tell me I fell into the traumatic feeling of having Nathan hit me. I stood right in front of my bedroom window, Looks like Dennis was gone. My eyes turned to stare sharply towards the forest. I protested that I did not accept "Don't disturb me and the people closest to me. You have no right to be angry, "I said. That's when Noah showed himself to me. He was standing behind a pine tree with his athletic body. I sighed in annoyance to see Noah through my window.

I just needed clothes on my body and space from this house. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room, rehearsing the plan in my head: Get out quietly. Get home. Text Noah after I’m far away. Avoid the awkward conversation entirely. But the universe clearly hated me, because the moment I stepped off the last stair, I saw him. Noah. Standing in the corner of the living room, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. “Good day,” he said, voice neutral. I forced a small smile. “Good day.”

Noah took a step back from the door. Who is Abel? “I will call you when everything's set. I have to make a strategic plan. You know I can't just walk out of here. God, I can't wait to see you.” She continued to whisper. She wouldn't dare cheat on him, no, Joan isn't like that, she's can't do that to him. “Love?” She smiled once she stepped out of the bathroom. “I have to go.” “Okay.” Noah, who was already back in bed nodded.

“Please, show this young lady the bathroom so she can clean up.” Then I turned back, giving her a pat on the shoulder as she followed the server. “I’ll have someone bring you a new shirt.” Everywhere fell silent before Noah said something. “Thanks for saving me there,” Noah said, taking the remaining sip of his drink. “Oh, come on. What are stepmoms for? I couldn’t pretend like I didn’t know what was happening here.” I said it deliberately. Let it hang. His eyes cut to mine for half a second—sharp and unreadable but still controlled.