Noah From The Next Step Novels & Stories

The movie ended and Sophie stretches out her stiff limbs looking over at Noah who smiled at her and for just a moment Sophie forgot about anything else as she got lost in the pretty smile of Noah's- "Hey, Sophie let's get going, your brother is probably wondering where we are." Noah says snapping her out of her thoughts as he stands up from his seat, sure enough her brother was texting her. More like blowing up her phone, she takes out her phone to see if Noah had actually called her brother looking for her but realistically she didn't expect anything less from Casper.

Esthers POV; "This... This can't be possible! I... I... There's no way I'm pregnant! "I scream. My heart banging against my rib cage as tears begin to flow down my face. "This... This is a set up! "I announce in fear whilst pulling the needle connected to the drip out of my hand. "Esther." Dayo calls. "Look. I'm not a child. If I... If I've done something that would result in pregnancy, I would know. But I did no such thing! "I scream. My tears rolling with steady force

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

the High Priestess commanded. Noah looked at Daniel. His brother’s eyes were cold, void of any mercy. Noah took a step. The water touched his toes. It was freezing. He took another. The white fabric began to float around his knees. He looked back at Ethan. The King was watching him with a look of pure, agonized hope. Noah took the final step. The water rose to his waist. The binder beneath the shift began to darken, the grey fabric showing through the wet white silk like a brand.

Each group of 50, staying together with their own leader standing in front of them, everyone facing the center where Noah is. Everyone watches Noah as he walks down the center, his eyes focused on the right side as he tries to make eye contact with as many people as he can. Once he gets to the end he turns and walks down the center again, focusing on the opposite side this time and once again trying to make eye contact with as many people as he could. Everyone, including their Leaders watch the white haired Omega as he walks up and down the center. They look at him confused, they were expecting to see the Midnight Moon Pack’s best fighter, not some little Omega!

the priest said to the crowd. A brief moment of silence fell over the meadow, as all waited for the objection that was never expected to come. Except it did, from a lone voice in the crowd. "I object," Noah proclaimed in a calm voice, making his way to the altar. A knot formed in my throat at the sight of my future stepson; I was both relieved that he was there, and anxious as to what he had planned. He approached until he was right in front of us. In his left hand he clasped a small black object.

Julian and Marcus were leaning against the hood, talking. They looked up when they saw him. Noah looked at them. His wife. His children. His brother. His sister-in-law. His best friend. None of them cared about Donor 452. None of them cared about the Trust. They just cared that he was there. Noah smiled. He walked down the steps, leaving the police station and the past behind him. He was Noah West. And he was finally free.

I turn around, ready to go back to the ice and play a few games by myself—a way to get the steam off—when I brush against the object of my annoyance. Mistakenly. “Watch it,” Noah snaps, shoving me back, lips curled downward in a frown. The smell of cedar and sweat emanates from him as he wipes at imaginary dust on his uniform. I roll my eyes. “If only you can put the same energy into playing the game like you actually want us to win, I’ll watch it.” I take a step closer to him, forcing him to look straight into my eyes. We’re so close to each other our chests are actually touching.

I lift my head and meet James' eyes, and he looks just about perplexed as I am. "Andrea?" I call in confusion as I revert my gaze to her. And is she smiling? She beams as she closes the distance between us and grips my shoulder. "Elizabeth! I should have known you had something up your sleeves, you sneaky little thing! Do you have any idea what this means?" I arch my brow in silence, stunned by her reaction. "You’re fucking your stepbrother! Behind your parents' backs! That’s so rebellious and freaking sexy!" "Okay, not too loud now." I chuckle awkwardly as I look behind her to make sure no one else will be walking through that door.

Her fingers drove through my hair the same time she sank her face below my ear and inhaled deeply. She continued sniffing me for a couple of seconds before she backed away and squinted her eyes at me again then suddenly, a bright glint appeared on her face. "It's you! StepBro!" she cheered and I said nothing. I hated the title already even though it's Kinda true. That title belongs to the douchebag Ralph. That's his place... Not mine. She giggled and rubbed both palms against either sides of my face and her next hiccup reminded me I was on my way to getting us the hell out of this skank ground.