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“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I like it here-“ A knock at the door interrupts my sentence. Cian and I exchange glances, and I can see the wariness in his eyes. I somehow doubt he wants to deal with any of the girls who live in this building. “Hey Abella, it’s Noah. I heard you came over earlier, and I just wanted to come and apologise for not being in at the time. Maybe we can talk about what you came over for,” the Alpha says through the door. I panic, immediately jumping up to grab the papers on my desk. Cian watches me fluster, as I quickly shove them under my pillow. “Give me a second,” I call out to Noah, before I concentrate on Cian, lowering my voice right down to a whisper. “Yo

In the car, Noah drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited, glancing every few seconds at the front door. Zeus was restless, prowling in his mind like a caged animal. “She’s taking too long,” Zeus growled. “Relax. She’s not going to vanish.” “I want to see her. I need to see her.” Noah adjusted his collar and blew out a breath. He had showered twice, changed shirts three times, and ended up with a black shirt that fit snug across his chest and gray jeans.

April leaned into him, her head on his shoulder, and they sat in silence until she whispered, “I have a name.” Noah turned his head, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Let’s hear it.” “Noelle.” He pulled back slightly to look at her. “Noelle?” “Yeah. It feels like you. And she’s due twelve days before Christmas. I thought... maybe it fits.” He was quiet for a beat, then smiled. “Noelle Crawford.” April nodded, nerves suddenly fluttering in her stomach. “Do you like it?” “I love it,” he said, voice thick. “God, I love it.”

His hair was dark and messy, his ears were pierced, he had these deep brown eyes, and yes, a sleeve of tattoos running down his arm. "Guys, this is my band-mate Noah. Noah, meet Cole and Kara," Elle motioned her hand around us. Noah kept his gaze on me. "Kara, what a beautiful name," he said and I noticed that he had an English accent. "You sound like Harry Potter," Cole slurred. He could be really dumb when he was drunk. "Oh, well, I am from Hogwarts," Noah replied. I didn't know why but I found this funny. A smile escaped my lips and Noah noticed it.

It's been two weeks, Noah always goes to Amrodan's house every day. He rarely spent time with Gladys. Even Noah never went to school and Xeva never saw him. Exactly today, Noah went back to school. He didn't want his father to be suspicious, Moreover, knowing him who often comes to the uncle's house to practice magic secretly. Because practicing at Amrodan's house, now Noah has become very strong. His magic power exceeds his father, Mr. Retter.

I said with a smile on my face Noah is good-looking, he is dark in complexion, his eyes were brown, he was a little bit muscular, with pink lips, a pointed nose and he is tall. “Great party” he said “Thanks” “You must be enjoying it,” he said “Yeah of course” I said trying not wanting to make eye contact “Doesn’t mean like it, what do mean” I said “All am trying to say is, if you’re enjoying it then why are you here standing alone”

And there, leaning against the counter, was Noah. He was two years older than Ben, which put him a solid five years ahead of Elia. At twenty-four, he had left the lanky boy she remembered from her teenage years behind and had settled into a man with broad shoulders and a quiet, watchful intensity. He had dark, almost black hair that was always slightly too long, and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He wasn't classically handsome in the way of movie stars; his appeal was in the solid, grounded way he carried himself, the slight crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he rarely smiled, and the quiet intelligence that seemed to hum just beneath his surface. “Hey, squirt,” Ben said, tossing her

"Now he announces he's 'retreating from public life for contemplation' as if he's above it all. He's framing himself as some sort of penitent sage, leaving the mess and the blame at the feet of two women. It's a PR stunt. He's a coward." The more he spoke, the more his calm veneer cracked. I understood then. Jonathan had always cultivated that image of serene, detached morality. This was the final, perfect stroke—a public performance of absolution. No doubt, his supporters were already calling it a noble quest for peace, a turn away from materialism. I let out a slow breath. "So… what do you want to do?" "I…" He hesitated, his anger giving way to something more careful. "I was thinking of yo

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.