Noel Ff Novels & Stories

Noel shakes her head. “I always envied Fiona, despite how shitty her life is. Yeah, she’s got a deadbeat father and a mother who left when she was young. But…she got to know her parents, you know? Frank can barely be called a father, but at least he stuck around.” He stops, his jaw clenching and clicking as he grinds his teeth. Noel puts her hand on his cheek and runs her thumb lightly against his jaw, hoping to help relax him before he chips a tooth.

He didn't need help from anyone. "Get out!" Franklin shouted. "Both of you! Get out of my house and never come back!" "You'll be the one calling her back," Noel said calmly. There was certainty in his voice that sent a chill through the room. "That will never happen," Franklin snarled. "Who the hell do you think you are? I will destroy you." Noel smiled, and the expression was almost dangerous. "Bring it on. If you must know, I'm an IT officer. I can do a lot of things."

The sound of the office door creaking open barely registered until a familiar, smug voice cut through the silence. “Well, good morning, Miss Eloise. Busy as usual, I see,” Noel drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. I glanced up, already annoyed, and there he was—leaning casually on the doorframe of his office, arms crossed, an irritating smirk plastered on his face. “What do you want, Noel?” I asked flatly, turning my attention back to the documents on my desk. He chuckled softly before stepping further into the room. “Relax, I’m just curious. You know, with the company anniversary coming up and all…”

Without saying a word, she turned around and left. Outside, Quentin stopped in his tracks and told Noelle, "Don't worry, I'll find Xyla and splash acid on her face right in front of you!" Noelle arched her brow. "I hope you'll be able to keep your word, Mr. Lowe." she checked her wristwatch, wondering if she could still make her flight if she headed to the airport right now. Just then, her phone rang, and she answered it. Christian's laid-back voice came through. "Accept my follow request!" Noelle booted up her Instagram and noticed a new follow request. The username was: "BoomBoomPow".

“A-anyways. We can begin now.” “No way,” Celt whispered to the two as they redirected their attention to Noel who was calmly typing away at the computer like nothing happened. “He blushed??” Fern asked, trying to keep his voice low. “No matter who complimented him, the boss would never blush.” “Forget blush, he was literally flustered that he stuttered.” Celt giggled, turning to Ages who was looking at Noel with a gaze that almost was like he was trying to see into his soul. “Something wrong?” The voice from the computer asked as Noel stared right at Ages. “You have been staring at me like a hawk.”

"NO!! LET ME JUST GO REAL QUI--WAIT--DON'T PULL THAT HARD--" Ripped "...MY SHIRT! YOU RIPPED MY SHIRT!" "Oh..." "WHAT 'OH' THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!!! I HADN'T EVEN STARTED RUNNING YET, YOU F*CK---! " "Shut it." "WHO THE HELL TOLD ME T--" "..." "...!" "..." "haha... yes... I'll shut up...s-stop glaring already... hahahaha...haha...f*ck." Noel has always been the Captainatic in the group. He'll follow Archilles to the end of the Earth, or even to the moon if his dearest captain decides to flap his non-existent wings up there someday.

I searched around for my keys, going up the steps, "You want to come in for a spell? I got a cheesy horror Christmas movie with your name on it!" "Pass," Noelle sipped her egg-nog iced cappuccino, dead reindeer earmuffs on. "I got a hot date tonight!" "Anyone, I know?" "No, I hope not. I think it'd be a little too friendly if my man was one of your regulars. Sorry, Ronnie. I'm not the sister-wives type." "Pity, more of me to myself then. See you tomorrow?" "With bells on!" And she gave her black and green head a shake, letting the bells on her earmuffs go wild as I laughed myself inside.

While I know I can defend myself and kick there asses I wont, there father help Noel and I a lot more than he should. Noel and I walked passed the three of them this morning completely ignoring them while making plans to go after the rogue alpha. Noel, the ridiculously good looking bastard that he is, is wearing his black jeans, white t-shirt black shoes and a leather jacket, his dark blond hair is shaven on the sides and a bit longer on top, his steel gray eyes always has this dark look that scream dominance. Safe to say he's hot but not for me, Noel is like my brother and we never looked at each other any other way.

“I’m not asking about your life.” “My son is my life.” The words came out before I could clean them up. Rafael’s eyes changed. Barely. I turned my face away and reached for the door handle. The door opened first from the other side. I stepped back half a pace. Noelle came in using her shoulder because both hands were full. Two coffee carriers were stacked in one hand. A large white pastry box was balanced along her other arm. Sunglasses rested on top of her head, her blonde hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and her face was bright with the energy of someone who had no idea she’d just stepped onto a land mine.

But in front of Kayla, he was always calm and unperturbed. “Are you sure?” Julian was still doubtful. The thought of him liking Diana had taken over his mind and was persistently bothering him. “Yes, I’m sure.” Noel scratched his head sheepishly. “I fancied some women in the past, too.” It was just a pity that the moment he fell into the deep abyss that was Fulcher Inc., he found himself obsessed with work. Noel was a smart man who followed Julian in his work even before he graduated. He had never made a mistake even after so many years, so Julian trusted his words.