Noel Kahn Novels & Stories

I answered, "It's shocking but that's okay, once I meet them and ask the reason why then I won’t need to think about it again, and hoping my mind will be put at ease.” He just nodded and took the coat that was on the chair, "Well then,” he looked at Noel, “I’m counting on you, take care of everything until we come back here. Make sure everything is doing its work and the sample is being finished, call Kyler to check the production.” “Kyler?” I look at him with shock written all over my face, “Why Kyler, what is happening?” Noel answered, "Yes it’s Kyler, well he is our secret weapon after all." He winked and started doing his work.

Noah asked for anticipation while staring fixedly at the woman in front of him. "Hahaha ... Noah Retter crown prince, you quickly found out. Truly a Retter descendant." Shit! This witch is very disgusting. Using all means for something secret. Is it she aiming to get a higher position? The position has no benefits at all. "Tch! You're so disgusting to be a teacher! " Noah hissed sharply. Mrs. Zoe chuckled softly. She gave Noah a disdainful look. For her only, she is the best. Gladys was terrified right now. She gripped her brother's hand tightly.

The heavier one seemed to be inching her way closer to the door. "Get over there before they bail." Reluctantly, he walked away from Jack and toward the two women. As he reached them, the shorter mousy looking one smiled big while the heavier one stood a bit guardedly behind her, making no attempt to hide her unease. He reached out his hand to the mousy one. "Hey, I'm Noah. I hear you're here to train." She shook his hand. "I'm Nellie," she said then turned to her friend. "This is my friend Ron—" She stopped when her friend gave her a look. "Uh, Veronica."

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

“So why bring me here?” “I thought you would be more comfortable knowing that Noah has full control over this Pack, and due to his weird daemonic abilities, can sense where you are at all times, as long as you are within his territory. I don’t get it either, but maybe that will make you feel better,” Cian offers. I shrug. “Not really, but if you’re going to speak, do it.” Cian loosens a breath, his shoulders slumping, as if he’s defeated. “Noah is planning something. And I don’t think you’ll like it.”

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

"Anything in mind?" Her father stood and picked a random tin off the shelf, and opened it to be assaulted by the smell of fresh cinnamon. Her picked another tin and found it to be full of mint leaves. Holly took them and put them back. "Anything in mind?" she repeated. "How many flavours do you have?" he asked in turn. "A lot." she smiled. "Er... Chocolate orange?" he offered. Holly offered him a tin, and when he took the lid off was hit by a smell that made his mouth water.

That would be too absurd, even for my life. “Fine,” Nola said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “For the record, while you were off vanishing into the night, I got the drummer’s number.” “Good for you,” I muttered, lowering myself carefully onto a stool. Every movement made me regret existing. She grinned. “So, still obsessed with Mr. Corporate Perfection?” “His name is Kaelon.” “Right, Kaelon. The man who would not notice you even if you wrote your name across his coffee cup.”

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”