Noah From The Next Step Novels & Stories

“Wait, Khi, at least let me—“ Zion’s words were cut short by the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs. I froze. My hearts, which was already racing, decided to do a full sprint. Noah walked into the kitchen. You must be kidding me. Why did he have to come down now? He was shirtless, hair messy – looked too good after wrecking my head. The morning light, highlighted his muscles. I forgot how to breathe. Noah ignored me, heading straight for the coffee machine like he owned the place. “What’s all the shouting about?” He drawled. Zion, still buzzing with excitement, didn’t notice how stiff I became. He practically lunged at his brother. “The results, Noah! I’m in! I got into Harvard!”

For now, he was content with whatever they had. Meanwhile, Noah was taking a shower, thinking about his next plan of action. He and Aiden had gotten pretty close, and now he wanted more. When he moved to take the shampoo, he saw that it was empty. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. He took the towel, wrapped it around his waist, and slowly opened the bathroom door. It's time to show your charm, Noah. Aiden's laptop was open, but he seemed lost in thoughts. What is he thinking?

She knows how much that trait would get to me. Krish has been digging up any information she could on each of the bachelors. While I know I don't have a choice in the matter, it would be nice to know what I was getting myself into. I knew they would likely not be their authentic selves around me. I would have to figure out what I could do on my own. "Best for last, princess. Noah, son of the Storm Throne region leader. Noah is quiet and keeps to himself, but he is cute as hell. Nor," Krish giggles and taps her toes before squeezing my hands in hers again.

Noah stepped through the double doors exactly at 9:00. He wore a charcoal suit today, crisp white shirt underneath, no tie—open collar giving him a slightly less formal edge. Dark grey-tinted glasses sat low on his nose, shielding his eyes from the bright overhead lights. His stride was measured, his shoulders square, the kind of presence that made the room feel smaller without him saying a word. He scanned the faces as he walked to the podium. As he searched through the table's. Nathan wasn’t there. A small, involuntary breath escaped him—half relief, half something sharper he didn’t want to name. He adjusted the microphone anyway, his fingers steady even though his pulse wasn’t.

I sank into the chair, ass still tender from Elliott’s relentless claiming, the ache a constant reminder of how far I’d fallen. “Yeah, I followed you.” Lila set the mug down hard enough to slosh coffee over the rim. “Because you’ve been disappearing every night, coming home smelling like smoke and sweat, dodging questions. I thought you were dealing or something worse. Then I saw you on that stage, Noah. Twisting around that pole like you were born for it. And that guy with the gray eyes and

I join them, but neither eats until Max shows up. He steps in wearing a shirt and brown shorts, which makes me feel disappointed because I miss seeing him half naked. He pulls out a chair at the table, and his father starts an introduction; little does he know I have met his son more times than necessary. “This is Noah Anderson, your stepmom's daughter. She is going to St Mary's as well. I need to show her around at school.” Mr Hawthorne says as he dishes out a portion of food for himself. “Noah is great; I know you both would get along in no time,” my mother chirps in while I gawk at the three of them.

"Nathaniel. Where are you?" The kid turned around and looked towards the entrance. "Here dad." He shouted back and I heard footsteps approach us. Soon, Mr Black, who is also Adrian Basketball coach came around the corner and my mouth dropped in surprise. He was Mr Black's son. How didn't I notice that? I've seen pictures of him from when he was a kid. "Nathaniel. What are you doing?”He hadn't noticed us yet. "I was just proposing to the pretty little lady over there. I think she was impressed."

"Noah can't be both a football star and whatever else he is studying. I've heard he is an overachiever. Even the couch is complaining that he is taking on too many things at once." "I didn't even know..." "I heard from Bianca—she is one of Noah's secret admirers." "Oh, I see." I had no idea Bianca was into Noah. I thought she dated that guy that hit Linnea… "I'm still surprised Noah Parker is your stepbrother, though," Linnea looks him over and shivers. "Wow... He is intimidating when he is angry. Do you want us to walk you home today?" "No, it's fine," I breathe a laugh. "Noah is harmless, even though he resembles a serial killer right now. I'm not worried about him. Besides, I'm staying la

We dropped out of the hatch and into the damp morning grass just as the first breakfast shift began to stir inside. We didn't stop until we reached the shadow of the gymnasium. Noah was leaning against the brickwork, gasping for air, his face flushed with a mix of adrenaline and the kind of embarrassment that leaves you speechless. "Kai," he started, his voice barely a breath. "Last night... what you said about my mother. About the choice she made." He looked at his hands, the ones I had held in the dark. "Thank you." I looked at him—really looked at him—and the "Stepbrother" script felt like it belonged to a different life.

Last night. After changing into red lace lingerie, she brushed her long blonde hair and admired herself in the mirror. She always felt confident in her curvy body, and she knew how many times her body had attracted men and women, which made her so sure that it would work on Cyrus. With a wink at her reflection, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the room. "Hello, Mr. Noah," she said in a sultry voice, and watched as James' jaw slackened at the sight of her. She ran her hands from her thigh to her chest, then she cupped her breasts. "Do you like what you see?"