Noah Schnapp Feet Novels & Stories

He winked at me before turning to go back into the rink. ‘My man' I choked on air, my fingers tightened, and my teeth biting hard into my lips. ‘Don’t think about it, Vivianne. It's not that you're going to date him’. “AHH!” A painful scream tore through my ears, snapping me back to reality, and I froze at the sight that welcomed me. Noah was on the ice rink, groaning and clutching his knee with his hands, his teammates gathering around him. My heart stopped for a moment, my eyes widened.

But today, he did not surrender and he still kept a straight face. Although he looked good when he was angry, he looked terribly fierce when he was angry. He was handsome, but not cute at all. Nathaniel didn't say a word and reached out to grab her feet. His movements looked rude and harsh, but his grip on her feet was so light that she didn't feel any force on her. Nathaniel took off the two large slippers on her feet, and then gently put her ballet shoes down. Even though he was very careful, Karen Joy's feet were seriously injured. Some of her skin had rubbed terribly against the base of her shoes.

Dropping me, I land incorrectly on my ankle, pain shooting up my leg and calf. “Stay here, Nora,” Cain commands, his aura lingering with a sting. “A new doctor will be along to take care of that bastard growing in your stomach.” Turning to the exit, he stops short, his eyes scanning my body once more before landing on my shoes. Holding out his hand, his voice drops an octave, his aura becoming deadlier by the second. “Take them off. Now.” Refusing to budge, he stomps toward me before crouching. Taking the shoes in his hand, he yanks both feet free of the tightly laced shoes. “I am not taking any chances.” He mutters to himself as he stands.

"Let them stay." Everyone froze. Sienna looked up. Noah stood at the top of the staircase. He looked terrible. Like he'd been through war. Eyes red and swollen. Hair messy. Clothes wrinkled. Like he'd slept in them. Or hadn't slept at all. Eleanor turned. "Noah, you don't owe them anything." But Noah ignored her. Started walking down the stairs. Each step felt like forever. When he reached the bottom, his eyes found Sienna's.

I walked away satisfied but stopped in my tracks when my foot touched the first step. "Maddox James Anderson, unlock your damn uncle right now!" Michael's voice boomed when my foot hit the first step. I instantly flinched, I totally forgot he was standing by the car. I slowly turned around then flick my wrist at Noah. He instantly stumbled forward almost falling. "You little fucker!" He said before he took off sprinting toward me. I yelped before running in the house

Mara stepped closer. “This is impossible... is it? The ship? Has anyone created?” Noah turned up. His view glitted the beach to the rocks in the east. Then he said something you chased a cold shower over your back. “These are not rescue shoes.” Mara blinked. “What?” Noah pointed to the pattern. The sole. Even she could realize that it was a rough profile, not like sneakers or light boat shoes. Hard. Almost like work boots. Mara noticed how her mouth was dry.

Now. With agonizing care, Noah slipped out. The marble floor felt icy against his bare feet. Damn it, he hadn't even had time to find proper shoes, just the casual clothes he’d found in the guest closet—which thankfully fit—and his own battered sneakers, which had been tossed carelessly by the entrance. He jammed his feet into them in a rush, not bothering to tie the laces. He had one priority: get as far away from Matteo as possible.

He mocked me by screaming 'ow, ow, ow' in a high pitched tone while holding his stomach. "Serves you right!" "Are you annoyed?" He asked as I was still trying to examine my wound when suddenly, Noah took my feet and placed it on his lap. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from blushing. He brushed my toe slightly, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body as I shivered. His lips curled into a broad smile, his eyes never leaving mine. I cleared my throat and quickly got up. I sprang on my feet and straightened my posture. Taking a deep breath, I briskly walked ahead.

LEON'S POV The apartment had gotten louder over the past four months, in the best possible way. "Noah, buddy, socks go on before shoes, not the other way around," I said, crouching down to help untangle a five-year-old who was determined to prove he didn't need assistance getting ready for his first official day at his new elementary school. "I almost had it," Noah insisted, though the sock currently bunched around his ankle suggested otherwise.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "…without your shoes." Chase blinked, only now realizing it himself. "I…" He looked down, "...I guess I did." Noah laughed softly and warmly. Not because it was funny, but because it was absurd. This impossibly composed man had forgotten his own shoes because he thought he was walking into danger. "You're unbelievable," Noah murmured, then shook his head, still smiling, "You look ridiculous." "I don't care." "I noticed," Noah replied, another quiet laugh escaping him. Then he stepped closer.