Noel X Mischa Novels & Stories

Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions. I open my eyes in horror. Amber won!? People chose Amber over me!? "Congratulations, Amber. You're the 2021/2022 Prom queen. " The president announces as she hugs Amber, and I watch Amber beam with hideous smiles as she accepts the crown and flowers. I watch as she walks over to Damien, and locks hands with him. "Thank you both for contesting. We arranged something for you though. "The president says as she hands Riele and me big baskets filled with heaven knows what.

"Do you miss your crush?" "Pamela, you still remember her," Noello grinned, "I miss her physically but we talk over the phone and even do VC sometimes," Noello replied. "Cool," I responded. The door rang again and Noello went to open the door. I wanted to stop him but he was so fast like a hare. He talked with someone for a while, I stood up out of curiosity but he closed the door and walked to him. "A gift for us," Noello shrugged and placed it on the couch.

I told the two. They both nodded and we lined up at the ferris wheel. Leo and Arturo left the prizes we earned by the attendant before we all got into the open cabin. I sat beside Arturo with Leo in front of us. The ferris shell soon reached the top and I admired the view from the top. Arturo wrapped his arms around my waist as we watch the lights turn on one by one as the sky darkens. "It's beautiful," I whispered under my breath. "Not as beautiful as you," Arturo whispered in my ear.

Felix looked around and turned to see Sarah behind him. Shaking his head in disbelief, he said, "Are you serious, Sarah?" Sarah nodded, smiling as she held Felix’s arm with a joyful expression. "Of course, Felix. Come on, let’s go!" "Wait, but this—" "Sarah!" The voice cut Felix off before he could finish his words. He turned, and so did Sarah. There was Noel, their old friend. The man of English descent, who later married an African woman, had become one of their business partners in the media industry.

Nana groaned, dropping my dish on the table. "I think the right question would be, when will this Mishap day curse thing be over." I was getting tired already. We had gotten to another stage. The stage where we could last only 6 hours apart staying normal. Mind you, this 6 hours was not static. No specific time - it could be morning hours or night hours. Most times, it was in the morning. As long as we were apart. So if we stayed away for a whole day, only 6 hours that day would be given to us to stay normal and the rest.... You know.

“No. I need to take my mind off things for a while. We are going out. I’m trying to decide if we should go to the spa or the mall. Maybe we just do both.” “We?” “Are you deaf?” “No.” Maeve rolled her eyes. “You worked on this project too. I bet this must come as a disappointment to you too, so, I figured we need to unwind a little bit. Take a break, have a little bit of fun.” “Oh.” Noelle turned, hoping to hide her guilt from Maeve. She swipe her phone out when Maeve wasn’t looking and sent a quick text to Dominic, ‘I fucking hate you.’

His care for Chloe had always been so excessive that he'd deny even his own desires for her sake. And I had been their convenient shield—a prop in their story. "It's over, Jonathan. That's all." He reached for my wrist, his fingers cold. "No… it's not like that. Just listen—" "The wedding is canceled. My parents have agreed. There's nothing left to discuss." I could guess his last attempts to explain were only to preserve appearances between our families. So I made it clear. "The joint venture between our families—I've already transferred my share back. Any profit from it goes to your family. We're settled. There's nothing tying us together anymore."

Bertha insisted. Elizabeth smiled and began reading, “My dear Miss Paulette, What joy upon receiving a letter from someone whose grace, charm, and whit is only surpassed by her beauty. It is a pleasure that I will treasure always. I beg your forgiveness, for I write in haste. Therefore, I write little. My haste is to be certain that this note finds post this evening in order to arrive in time to alert you of my return shortly after you receive this message. When I arrive I beg an audience with you and your brother. Our topics shall be my change in circumstances due to the death of my father, your brother and my dear friend Arthur’s wellbeing, and the possibility of a marriage between us. I d

"How old are you again? He added. Mischa looked up at him. "I'm fifteen," she replied once staring at the two handsome officers. "Oh, that's perfect!" Narco exclaimed as he stand closer to Mischa. "You can stand as my witness and tell them how genuine and pure my soul is. Do you know how clean I am, right?" Mischa immediately looked him in the eye and crossed her arms on her chest, while her thumb gently rubbed off her chin. Don Zagreus who was silent and eyebrows knitted into a frown and Laurel, who was standing behind Mischa, kept staring at them.

He glares at Jake, his fists clenched on either side. "It's been years Jake! I've said how sorry I am, it was a mistake!" He yells, his voice filling the kitchen. I slide lower in my seat and close my eyes, the arguments between these two just never ends. "How is sleeping with my ex a mistake?" Jake yells back at him. "She was all over me man! I was weak and it was a mistake!" "That is enough!" Myra screams, standing from her seat and stepping between the two boys. She points at Jake and Tobias, her chest rising and falling quickly from her anger.