Noah Schnapp Age Novels & Stories

Mabel's POV My stepdad’s thigh is pressed against mine under the blanket and I am one deep breath away from doing something catastrophic. It’s family movie night. Me, my mom, and my stepdad are crammed onto the couch with a blanket over all three of us like we’re a normal family. Noah is between us — forty-four, ex-athlete, broad chest, thick arms, silver at his temples, the kind of man who fills a doorframe and makes your brain stop working when he rolls his sleeves up.

I stiffened and pretended to chuckle. Just laugh it off, Zinnia. I want to tell Parker that he did not get taller, it's just I’m only 5’4 and wore some soles on my shoes to increase two inches but not enough to achieve my brother’s 5’8 height. “What are you, a child?” Noah rolled his eyes. “He will get taller soon, Zen is still 15 years old. Unlike you who is 19 years old, right Zen?” Noah high-fived me. I’m starting to like this guy. I think I could get closer to him in no time.

Cameron flushed cheeks receeded for a little bit, as she tilted her head in confusion but still answered the stranger question after some time of confusion, "I'm 17 years old" Noah felt despair after hearing Cameron response, but he held himself back as he asked Cameron once again, "What do you think my age is then?" Noah asked, especially with a gentle smile on his face, wishing to appear more younger, but failed to do so as Cameron response once again sent him to the abyss. "You look like your in your thirties or twenties? 23?" Cameron innocently said, not knowing that her innocent reply would make someone so embarrassed and wishing that it was more good to continue being a transparent per

INTRODUCING - Xander Name : Xander Smith Age : 18 years Father : Robert Smith Mother : Lily Smith ***He's the one and only best friend of Noah, he's not in the story yet, or I should say he is, but not seen by our Astrid. They usually meet in Lunch, when according to Astrid, Noah disappears ***

Meanwhile, Noah—27, 6'2", a graduate from a prestigious university, and a designer at an architectural firm—watched her from afar. He was only there to appease his mom, as his long-term girlfriend had dumped him over a fight about their pets. Seeing Seraphina’s carefree joy in the arcade after the failed date gave him pause. For a brief moment, he considered her differently. But as he sighed and walked away, he thought, “Too bad she’s just not my type.”

He's at least two levels ahead of them. He's only 16, but is fighting 17 and 18 year-olds. Noah finally pries his body off the ground, then turns and looks at Marcus's retreating back as he leaves the training field. "How much time was left on the clock?” Noah asked Xander, who grabbed his phone and looked at it.

"How old were you when you first had sex?" "Whoa!" Noah feigned surprise at her question. Ingrid laughed. "Just curious, Sir." "I was... fifteen." Her eyes widened. "Fifteen?" "Well, almost sixteen, I think." He laughed. "Okay, fifteen and a half." "With your girlfriend?" Noah shook his head. "No, no. I didn’t have a girlfriend then. In fact, I only started dating in my last year of college."

Scar wanted no fuss for her fortieth birthday. Though she had made a big deal for his. She wanted nothing but a night in with the people she cared about. All seven of them. Their last child was now almost three and the shining testament to their devotion together. Nathan was nearly eighteen and had graduated from high school a few months prior. Christian was only a year behind them. Their daughters were entering high school soon as well.

"You fucking miss me. Arrogant fool!" He chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose. Hesitantly he said, "Come on, I haven't seen you in months. What do you think?" Noah was your typical all-American teen in high school. Popular and full of confidence, he was the other star athlete of the school. He was every high school girl’s dream, and I had him. He still got his drip after High school except he wasn't popular anymore. He dreamed of going to college and climbing the corporate ladder after and owning the world. Unfortunately, he never got into college.

Noah said, walking up and slapping Nadja's arm, and then giving it a squeeze as he smiled. Nadja narrowed his eyes at the little omega. "16," Nadja said, and Noah furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "Oh no sweetheart, I am far from 16! But thanks for the compliment!" Noah said, a smile beaming on his face. Nadja wasn't sure whether to laugh or growl and shake his head at the silly little Omega. "Not your age Dimwit! It took 16 humans to heal me." Nadja said, and Noah's eyes went wide.