Noah Schnapp Feet Novels & Stories

Noah pointed at himself and the two nurses beside me chuckling secretly. "Partly.. yes." I said as I avoided his eye contact. He checked my ankle and I groaned in pain. He asked the nurse to give him different types of bandage this time. Noah sighed when he saw my elbow got scratch and even my knees got scratch. "Are you still mad at me?" I asked. "Shut it, Jaclyn." He hissed as he moved my ankle slowly. I bit my lips trying to not be obvious that it's painful. "Don't wear heels for the time being. Will you listen to that? Or you're just going to be stubborn?"

"Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of." I smiled again, shaking my head. I was about to clarify that I wasn't interested in massages at all when someone cut in. "Sienna, what are you doing here?" Zachary stood a few feet away with his arm draped around a woman. She clung to him like a trophy, and her posture was screaming possession. I guessed her name was probably Tiffany. Lucky for me, I'd already bought my new phone. Which meant I had no problem pulling it out and snapping a picture.

His eyes sparkled with victory, and I wanted nothing more than to snuff it out. We collided in a mess of limbs. I jammed my good elbow into his gut, and he stomped on my foot. Pain crackled up my bone and I growled. “Watch your damn carpet grippers! You’re three times my size, and I really don’t feel like breaking my foot tonight.” Nox paused, his head dropping into a tilt. “What did you just call my feet?” “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Her tiny feet, wearing cute bunny cotton slippers. Her face is flushed while staring at Noah's figure looking at her. The sun behind him made him look like a figure so beautiful that Averill couldn't get her eyes off it. She was back from a trance when he stood in front of her. 'When did he get here?' she steps back but is almost out of balance. She covers her eyes and holds her belly, knowing that she'll fall. Thankfully, Noah had great reflexes and immediately reached for her waist and supported her to not fall down.

Adriana pushed me out of the way and I fell to the ground. I needed to take some glucose or I might faint. Just as I tried to stand up to my feet, I realized that I sprained my ankle, an impact of getting pushed to the side by Adriana. “Go Noah! Yes! Go!” Girls cheered for Noah and I looked in his direction to see that he was close to the finish line and Damien was still far away. My heart raced faster than normal. Damien wasn’t supposed to let it go. “Go Noah! Go Damien!” People cheered.

Like he wanted to drag his fingers through her and claim her right there and then. Emma thought she could hear a heartbeat. It was too loud. This is not happening. This is a hallucination. Maybe she was dehydrated. Maybe she had finally lost it. Maybe-” Noah stepped forward. Emma took a step back. Then another. Screw this, Emma thought. She turned and ran. Her ankle, still tender from twisting it earlier, protested with every step. She could hear him behind her. He was too close, way too close. Oh my God, he moves like a freaking panther.

His fingers jerked. “Oh, look at you! The evolution of man” Kael teased. “From a decorative rug back to a bipedal creature. Honestly, for a moment there, you looked like an ostrich that had grown absurdly long eyelashes and got a bit of sand in its eye. Quite the look. Very avant-garde.” “Shut… up” Noah wheezed, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over broken glass. He rolled onto his side, his muscles protesting with every movement. He so dearly wished he could punch Kael’s poisonous mouth.

'' I pat a bit too rough on Noah's shoulder before walking straight toward food. Once I manage to get a plate, I take a few bread while glancing toward Alex; seeing that he's looking at Noah as he continues to talk about something. On the look of Alex's face, it shows that he's not interested but he just doesn't want to make a bad reputation. I quickly walk back to the table, placing the plate, ''So, what were you guys talking about?'' I ask, sitting back down. ''That I broke my ankle in senior year during football practise.'' He replies. ''Ah, you wouldn't remember that because you never really came during any games. You were gone like a ghost, it's quite amusing.''

Oliver struck Heath's cheek, sending him spinning off to the side. My senses were on overload. A heartbeat, just outside of my field of vision to the left... Without turning around, my fist went back in a lightning-fast strike. A delicious crunch. The sound easily identifiable as Ethan's nasal bone cracking beneath my force. He released a pained whine. A soft grunt of exertion to my side... I rotated and released without conscious thought, my sensitive Wolf nose identifying Noah even before my foot came in contact with his knee. A series of sharp snaps...Noah went down, moaning in pain, bone protruding through flesh. He wasn't getting up.

Sophia knew that this ensemble struck the right balance between casual and put-together, allowing her to feel confident while being actively involved in the day's activities. Stepping into a pair of sleek sneakers, Sophia admired her reflection in the mirror. The choice of footwear was deliberate, as she wanted to ensure she could keep up with the energetic children without the hindrance of heels. Her sneakers offered both style and functionality, providing the necessary support for her feet as she navigated the various sports and games planned for the day.