Noah Schnapp Age Novels & Stories

he questioned as they kept staring at each other. “Uh… Noah comes here,” her voice shook while telling that. “Wait, Noah,” Jaxson held Noah’s hand. Charlotte gritted and her eyes welled in tears, “What’s your age?” he muttered. “I am six years old,” he answered. Jaxson blow out and tried to act normal in front of Noah. He wiped off the dampness on his forehead and looked at Charlotte who’s staggered by the entire thing. His eyes asked her for an explanation and she gulped closing her eyes. Exhaling her hesitation out Charlotte decide to talk with him.

he said, leaning forward in his chair, and I furrowed my brow, wondering who this someone was. "And who is this someone?" Noah asked, beating me to the question. "An underaged girl named Chelsea that we have decided to compete for," Ethan replied, and Anthony looked at him with a scowl. "Underaged, you say? You know it is a crime," Noah said, chuckling, and Anthony snarled at them. "17 and will soon be 18 in a few months," he corrected Ethan and then smirked. "You were smitten by her, too, and you are eighteen. How about that, E? We are guilty of the same crime," He said with a smile and looked at me.

We were walking around and looking around the house. "Easy with the questions sis," Nathan rolled his eyes. "Its fine. I don't mind. Well I'm 22 years old and I'm already married," I remarked. "Just when I thought my cousin nabbed a girl," Sabrina laughed and I joined in. Nathan just shook his head, a smile playing on his face. "I'm 16 years old. I'll be 17 next week Thursday, the 14th of August. You're invited to my party. Nathan is 22 years old, his birthday is November 10th. When is your birthday?"

My heart sank. I knew that look. And I knew Noah. He wasn’t the type to just leave that curiosity alone. He was the type to jump fences, break rules, and deliver whatever metaphorical glass of water that girl had been denied for years. The sun dipped lower, casting long, fiery-orange shadows over the grass. Tomorrow was Lynn’s eighteenth birthday. Tomorrow, she’d be celebrated in a way that was probably suffocating. And Noah… Noah was a wildfire, waiting for a spark.

The chatter continued until the door at the front opened. The room fell dead silent. A tall figure stepped in—confident stride, sharp suit, commanding presence that sucked all the oxygen from the space. Nathan’s breath stopped. It's Noah... Noah Grayson!! The same piercing eyes, the same dark hair now styled professionally, the same arrogant tilt to his mouth. Six years older, six years more polished, but unmistakable. Their eyes met across the crowded room.

he snarled at her and she scrambled away, leaving me with the predator with my feet still rooted to the ground as he stalked forward. “You’re even uglier when you cry,” Noah whispered in my face, his finger twirling a lock of my hair. Noah Howard. He’d been sixteen years old the last time I saw him. We never had anything to do with each other as we lived in different worlds within the same pack. Then, he was nothing more than a teenage boy who the elders felt was too irresponsible to take over the pack so they sent him to the academy. He returned tonight to a surprise party but I was the one that ended up being surprised.

my mum suggested, “there are some other children by the swing set.” Noah looked up at his dad who gave him a pointed look. He knew he had no option so he followed me towards the swing set where a whole bunch of kids were playing. “So how come I’ve never heard of you,” I said as I cuddled into my new puppy. “No one has,” Noah shrugged off. “How old are you then?” I asked. “Eleven.” “Well, I turned eight today,” I said smiling. “Oh cool, happy birthday,” Noah said. "How are you Uncle Robert's son anyways?" I continued to ask out of curiosity, "He doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, my guard momentarily slipping. "Noah, you read?" I nearly exclaimed, my surprise evident. He scratched the back of his head, his nerves evident, and I couldn't help but wonder what other layers this enigmatic man hid beneath his calm exterior. "Well then, who's one to judge?" I say, sipping my cappuccino, and he half-smiles, shaking his head. "Noah, can I ask how old you are?" I say, dipping my biscuit in the hot cup. "28," he says, and I break into a fit of laughter.

Abel said, lifting his beer at Felix and turning back to Gio. "Whoa." Felix lifted his hand then turned to the door lowering his voice. "Not about the age thing. Noah scored with Roni. She's a hot little thing. I don't think she looks older than him now, and I don't think she ever will. But the committing for life thing at his age?" This is what had Felix shaking his head now, and it made Bianca's insides twist. "That's crazy." Gio's face soured. "He's twenty-one, and we all know Noah's always been way older on the inside than any of us. That's why Roni is so perfect for him."

MY JEALOUS STEP BROTHER BELINDA TAN (FL) — 20YRS KANE WHITE (BELLY'S STEP-BRO) — 26YRS JACK SNOWMAN (BELLY'S EX) — 24YRS BELLY "Jack? What are you doing here? Who let you in??"