Noah Schnapp Feet Novels & Stories

At least the pair of us were armed. It has dawned on me that Aunt Jo is right. It’s them or us and I choose us. Shannen is only wearing one sneaker and while we are trying to get to Aunt Jo. Shannen’s shoeless foot got caught on something, causing her to fall. I heard that whooshing sound again as I helped her to her feet. Aunt Jo must have heard it as well, “No!” she screamed.

“How did you not check your mail? You’ve literally been refreshing your inbox every hour waiting for callback updates. Or have you been too busy being in love?” Heat immediately rushed to my cheeks. Across the table, Cole’s lips lifted slightly into the faintest smirk without him even looking up from his phone. I opened my mouth to defend myself when Noah lightly tapped my hand. His gaze dropped downward. Confused, I followed his line of sight and immediately froze. “Oh my gosh.” “You do realize you’re wearing two different sneakers, right?” Noah asked carefully. I looked down in horror. They were technically the same style and color family, which honestly made the situation worse because it

I stare at him and it finally clicks. “OH MY GOSH! NOAH FREAKING BROWN? Shut up!” I walk over excitedly and give him an enormous hug. “Where have you been for the past 5 years, dude?” “I was just giving Mia my number so we can all catch up.” Noah says, standing and reaching over for his crutches. I look down and that’s when I noticed the massive cast from mid-thigh to foot. “Woah dude.” I say, shocked. He laughs gently. “Yeah, it’s a good story. But I also have to get to class, so maybe you both can help me find it?”

What the hell was this? Huge, high-res images bloomed open across his screen. Noah. Shirtless. His damp skin practically glistening, framed in moody shadows against a steam-filled locker room. A weight bench. A gym floor. A towel slung too low across his hips. And the goddamn sock? Not on his feet. Of course not. One image had it tucked into the waistband of Noah’s boxers like some kind of playful accessory. Another had the thing dangling from Noah’s teeth as he winked straight into the lens.

-RAINA’S POV- The black bottom of combat boots drew nearer and nearer to the back of my head. Crap! Rolling over, I caught the shoes, using full strength to keep it from smashing into my face. "Didn't you notice how easy it is for me to touch you?" Snow jeered, pulling her foot out of my grasp and swiftly coming at me again. Stomping down her foot like a hydraulic press, I rolled to the right, barrelling across the room to miss the stampede. Then she teleported back to the dresser.

one of them said, pointing at a spot where they could lay their mat. Noah glanced up briefly but quickly returned to her book, engrossed in the storyline. Moments later, her phone rang, the sudden sound startling her. She reached into her bag and pulled it out, seeing an unknown number flash on the screen. "Hello? Yes?" she answered, her voice uncertain. The line crackled, and the call abruptly ended from the stranger’s end. Confused, she put the phone back in her bag, shrugging off the odd interruption. Laughter and chatter grew louder, drawing Noah’s attention. She looked up and saw Nick and his friends approaching, three of them carrying skateboards. Nick, with his usual swagger, called o

After my company was bankrupted, my enemies broke both my legs. With nowhere else to turn, I had to swallow the pride I had spent my whole life holding on to and selling snacks by the busy street, just trying to survive. That day, I set up my stall like usual. Through the noise and laughter on the street, I saw Anna Henderson. She was wearing an elegant trench coat and the diamond necklace at her throat glittered. Beside her stood Marvin Abbott, her first love.

"Of course, Dad. I miss my room. Bring me home now." "Xeva, you've only been here one day. Can you stay here?" Gladys said to her. Xeva chuckled softly, "Thank you, but not today." "It can't be helped my home is my heaven." She said again with a smile. Noah just stared at them blankly there. Not a word came out of his mouth. *** The next day Noah chose to walk to school. He bumped into a middle-aged man. Brukk! "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me help you, Sir."

"Wait. Don't move. I have to disinfect your wound." Well, if it's Noah's order than my mom might let me off. I obeyed him silently as he hurriedly got the first aid box. I watched him moving hastily before pulling a stool and sitting infront of me. He then gently grabbed my left foot and placed it on his thigh. I instantly backed out, pulling it back because I was still wearing my shoes and his pant would dirty. "Hey, it's alright." He reassured as he looked up at me. "But my shoes are still on. I'll remove it wait.-"

Who took this video? Noah said to me as I was watching the video, "Even though your face was obscured, I recognised you by the shoes. You're the only one in our class who wears pink sneakers." "You got a hurt during the fight, right?" Sophia asked. "Really?" Noah inquired. I nodded. Sophia rose from her seat and examined me while asking, "What happened to you? Have you bled anywhere?" "I don't think so. They're the ones who got... ack!"