Noel Ff Novels & Stories

Sheesh. "I swear, bro, I had nothing to do with it." Noel held up his hands and spun on his drafting stool away from his drawing table. "Hell, with Shelby tossing and turning all night, I'm barely conscious enough to draw - pranks are way too much work for me right now." Noel was the art director for the Holiday Greeting Card Company, ultimately in charge of every image that went out on the cards. Some he drew, some were photos, others he had his team create, but yeah, Val knew his big brother's job was as busy as his own, and dealing with a pregnant wife had to be a hassle, even if it was a good one in its own weird way.

Taxi horns answered in angry choirs. “Mount Sinai West—closest ER,” Hugo barked. “Take it.” Noah adjusted April so her head rested on his heart. “Two minutes,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “Hear that? Two.” April nodded, glassy‑eyed. Shock. He kept talking—nonsense—to ground her. “Noelle got an education today.” She managed a tiny laugh that cracked halfway. “Noelle still works, even after this.” “Yes, but middle name’s going to be Miracle,” he muttered. “Or Chaos.”

Halo Noel: Let me guess. He looks between both officers. Halo Noel: I fit the description of a suspect. Officer Kase glances at her partner, but she keeps her gun raised. Barrel pointed at him. Officer Blake Logan: Do you have any concealed weapons on you? Halo Noel: No, but there's a few in the car. My name is Halo Noel, Director of Operations at the Arlan Guard. Officer Blake bobs his head at his partner, who moves forward. Halo Noel:

He took a step forward, firelight carving deep lines in his face, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “But their rebellion isn’t strength. It’s cowardice—cowardice dressed in ambition.” He let the silence speak again. Then, like a blade finding its target, he said the name. “The man behind this… is my uncle.” Gasps tore through the crowd. A woman near the front crossed herself. Someone else spat into the fire. “He’s eaten at our table,” Noah said, louder now. “He’s fought beside us. He’s bled with us.” His eyes flared gold.

he said. “You know me?” Estelle asked, surprised. Noel offered a small smile. “We met briefly at your father’s funeral. The Mauverick family used to work on charity projects with my family’s hospital,” he explained. “Ah! So you’re James Ritter’s son?” Estelle exclaimed. Noel nodded slightly. “Apologies for not recognizing you earlier,” Estelle said, feeling embarrassed. “It’s fine,” Noel replied, handing her his business card out of courtesy.

Or maybe Colin, who appeared soft spoken and gentle, but who I suspected might stop at nothing to protect the ones he loved, including Cara. So I was surprised when I stepped out of the airport to find Noel waiting for me. His arms were crossed over his chest as he frowned at the ground. With his sunglasses on and his bulging muscles, he might have cut an intimidating figure for anyone else, but I wasn’t used to being intimidated, and I had face far more threatening foes than Noel, even if the secrets of his home pack remained a mystery. As I walked closer, he looked up. I couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but I imagined he was looking right at me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Matteo smirked, licking his lips. “You weren’t so hesitant to follow me that night.” “That night was a mistake,” Noel said, voice shaking. “I was confused. I’m glad nothing happened.” “Don’t lie to me,” Matteo said, stepping closer again. “You liked the way I looked at you. You still do.” “Don’t.” Matteo leaned in again, whispering against his neck. “You taste like secrets.” Noel shoved him, hard this time, and bolted across the room. “I said stop it!”

Frank frowned. The impression he had of Noel was that she was agreeable and mild-tempered. She did not look like the type who would get involved in workplace bullying, let alone grant sexual favors with company executives. "I know what you're thinking, but the truth hardly matters now." Helen was rubbing her tempers as she explained. "The point is, Noel is going down. Heck, forget endorsing the farm resort— there's already talk reconsidering the endorser for the Rejuvenation Pill. Noel can't even protect herself."

Gertrude yelled. Noel stood rooted to a spot, his gaze fixated on Killian's corpse. It was difficult to read his expression because it was blank. After a few minutes of silence, Noel spoke up. “Take him away and burn the corpse!” He ordered, his face hardening. “What? You demon! Burn his corpse? What happened to a burial? Give him that last respect at least.” Ghen bellowed. “Say one more word and I will have your eyes plucked out,” Noel threatened and then turned to his men. “Fucking take this rotting thing away!”

Noel had changed from the girly boy to a sexy young man that would make any girl wet. He styled his hair in a way that suited him. I was happy he didn't dye his hair. He was six foot three, had packs and well formed muscles, sexy jaw lines and a very mature face and smooth Tenor. He was sexy in the sense if you mixed Derek Hales from teen wolf, Damon from Vampire Diaries and Thor's body you had Noel. "I don't encourage lateness Mr King please be punctual or you'll be serving detention." Mr Smith scolded him politely as Noel nodded and took a seat beside me.