Noel Noa Novels & Stories

“Didn’t think you did.” He chuckled softly, stepping closer, hands stuffed into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “Fair. But I’m working on something… different.” His voice was careful, like he wasn’t sure if he should tell me. “What kind of different?” I asked, curiosity pushing through the nerves. “Something that could change everything,” he said. Then his lips twitched into a smile. “I’m Noah, by the way.” “Kaya,” I managed, voice catching. He tilted his head, studying me with those warm, mischievous eyes. “Kaya, huh? That’s a mouthful.”

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.”

______________________________ Noel stared blankly at his computer screen in front of him, frowning. Leaning back on his chair, Noel rubbed his sore lower back, trying to get the pain to minimize slightly. He wore a large oversized shirt that was barely enough to cover the love bites on every inch of his body. Suddenly a familiar face popped up on screen, almost startling the man. “Noel!” Kadin said brightly. He looks a lot better as compared to how he looked like the last time he saw him. “How is my favourite baby bear doing?” “Don’t call me that.” Noel signed. “People will think we are involved with each other romantically.”

I couldn't help but ask as that had been clogging my mind. “She didn't tell you?” Noah pursed his lips curiously. “Tell me what?” I grilled curiously. “I don't know,” he shrugged with a playful smile on his face. Little bastard, was he trying to play games with me? “Start spilling Noah, where's Noelle? Your dad is just a phone call away.” “Seriously!! So you're threatening me now?” He uttered, rolling his eyes. “Noelle is in New York.” He informed me and my grip on the steering wheel suddenly tightened.

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 sparkling eyes and easygoing smile rivaled my stiff posture and stern expression. “Calling to the stage, Diego Gomez, Beta Hakeem Wilson, and Brick Miller.” As the three men, each one a bit stunned, lumbered out onto the stage, Nox turned to greet them. They took their places to the right of him while I called the women onto the stage.

Nora asked Noah . "Can't you sir with your friends or student council members ?" "why is there any reason that I couldn't sit here with you?" he asked getting awfully close to Nora's face "Get your stupidity out of my face" Nora pushed him to his seat .. "Student council members are just working partners and I don't have friends .. Zia is my owner now" Noah said with a straight face "like a dog owner ?" Nora asked "Shut up" "why? ..are you embarrassed now?" Nora asked with a small smirk

"So he didn't take you to his car and make out with you or something like that?" "No." She laughed. "Okay. Jody is it?" She nodded. "You can stop now. The whole school knows your name now. No need to keep this up. Darin wouldn't waste his time winking and smiling at you when he can just... Well have you. So to speak." This was barely dramatic. "Ugh! Go away Shawna. And let me tell this lying idiot what's what..." someone ordered.

Holly admitted. "You're named after a plant common at Christmas, and yet I sense no Christmas spirit." Santa huffed. "I was named after god." she corrected. "Ah, Holy?" he asked. The blonde just nodded. "But you share a name, doesn't that mean something?" he asked. Holly heaved a sigh. "I decorated my home with my sister and friends," she began. "I helped build a snowman, made lots of sweets, and I'm making everyone Christmas jumpers." Holly turned to him, greeny-brown eyes bright with newfound vigor.

When I woke up the next morning, a note sat on the nightstand in Sylvia's handwriting. [Sorry for being so tired last night. I shouldn't have acted like that. I'll make it up to you with a big dinner tonight. Love you.] Her handwriting was still as beautiful as the letters she'd written me years ago. But the words didn't feel warm anymore. I picked up my phone. Kenny had posted again. This time, it was a video of fireworks over the water.