Noah Schnapp Age Novels & Stories

Then she shot Noah a curt smile. "If you'll just excuse us for a moment." She dragged Ethan away and crossed her arms, shooting him a care-to-explain-yourself-a-little-more look. "Why did you kidnap this little boy?" Ethan's jaw dropped. "Why did—what do you mean by—" he paused, breaking into an amused scoff. "I'm beginning to get really hurt by your impression of me, Wynn." "The kid looks like he's barely twenty!" "He's twenty-four, and I don't go driving around in a truck to pick up kids. Have a little faith in me, Hurricane Wynn."

Sighing, I pushed back the half-eaten burger and leaned back, closing my eyes. “Noah,” I jumped, turning to my right. There, the guy had snuck up on me and was sitting right next to me. “My name is Noah Lawson and I’m twenty-seven. I live alone in a crappy apartment that I pay with this job, but that doesn’t have to define me,” he said fiddling with the clothe in his hand. His green eyes found mine and he offered a tiny wobbly smile. “I have a…very generous amount of history with panic attacks and social anxiety, so me talking to you, is a really big deal,” he said blinking rapidly. “For me, at least,”

I wanted to be a hoe like my friends, just a body in a crowd, looking for a temporary fix. I was leaning against a sticky pillar, watching the strobe lights flash, when I realized Noah hadn't moved. He wasn't dancing. He was just standing there, a few feet away, his eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered. It was haunting. It was beautiful. It was annoying as hell. "How long have you been drawing?" I shouted over a remix of a pop song. Noah blinked, the blue light catching the sharp angle of his cheekbones. "Since I was six."

Everything looked different to her, she felt different and at that moment, she knew something would not be the same again. "Congratulations, Mrs. Noah," someone said as they walked past her. Crystal simply nodded and smiled, then glanced over to her side. A gasp left her lips when she spotted one man that always got her attention. Guilt began to well up inside of her as she took in the tall, muscular blonde haired man who stood, towering in front of his grey haired grandfather. She found herself leaning on her palm as she stared at him, the way he smiled showed off his white teeth, and the way his suit hugged his muscled body made her feel warm in so many places.

Noah was already nineteen years old and he was taking two courses: Business Administration and Aviation. Colten and I talked to Noah about it because he might feel pressured, especially since he's taking two courses, but he said he can manage. Besides, I can see that he's not neglecting his health. They exercise regularly, father and son. As a mother and wife, I'm very happy to see them bonding in that way.

Natalie smiled. He beamed at her. "I am always well, princess. How are you doing?" "I'm fine but where's my brother?" "Oh, he had to wait for his girlfriend so he'll be here a tad bit late," he replied. Natalie arched a brow. "Noah has a girlfriend?" Her grandfather smiled proudly. "Of course, he's twenty-two and a successful businessman. He's an eligible bachelor, at the top of the list." "I'm glad you're proud of your achievement," Natalie grinned.

, She asked with a grin. "Law", he answered with a shrug, his coat billowing behind him. He was so handsome she tried not to melt. Myla let out a breath. "Wow, well, you have amazing ethic", she bumped his shoulders. Noah chuckled. "It's a must, I'm in my last year", he rolled his shoulders and stopped, leaning on the frame of his wing door. "Wow, how old are you?", She put her finger on her chin. "I'm twenty four"

was what she said when Ophelia objected. Ophelia kicked on her training boots and headed to the arena. Noah was already chatting with Ryan. Noah was 19 this year and he was already catching up to Ryan in physique, tall and broad with a fit body with just the right amount of muscles. His black hair fell in waves over his forehead. His eyes were the same ruby-red as the first time they met, only now enhanced with a sharp intensity as his lashes curled towards his temples. “And finally she is here,” he said, turning to face her. “The princess who is always late.”

He didn't even think that she would be surprised when he asked like that. "What? You- Are you okay? Why are you behaving strangely?" She asked while putting her hand on his forehead as if she was going to check whether he has a fever. But Noah was so serious at that moment. He caught her hand and looked at her seriously. "Ah... I am 28 this year, you moron" She said after seeing his kinda cold look. She was the oldest child in his family. She was his second mom for Noah. But she died before them when she was 30 years old and when Noah was 21 years old.

Leny nodded and replied, "Yes. Ayene and Carly are with him right now. Let's wait." We sat down on the old, battered sofa and waited. Soon, Ayene came out and beckoned at us. We quickly got up and went inside a small, meeting room. Noah stood up and hugged each of us. I could not believe it. Noah looked so thin, older than his real age of 46, and his hair turned almost gray overnight. He was clearly shaking so Izzie gave him the bag of stuff she bought from the mall, and handed him a bottled water. Ayene was crying silently, while the rest of us tried to fight back tears.