Noelle Black Clover Novels & Stories

With a man. Her fiancee. Clover can't afford to jeopardize her marriage with Noah since it will help the Xiao company's branches to spread over sea. Noah Zang was somebody she couldn't and shouldn't offend. But June was an easy target. A little bit of crying and emotional blackmail would do. Her trance of thought broke, when her assistant bought the car infront of her, blocking the couple she was staring at. Clover got inside the car and closed the door with a slam. As the car started moving she took out her phone.

Ready. Lyanna Black. The name I had been carrying for fourteen months, the identity built for exactly this kind of situation, a woman with enough history to be plausible and not enough to be checkable quickly. Hitchhiker. Wrong direction. Heard something in the trees. Ran. The story had no holes because it had been designed to have no holes, and the only way it failed was if I failed to hold it correctly. Still water, I thought. You know this. You've been doing this since before they gave it a name.

She hunched and cried hard. Future Alpha Kole was her only hope. She thought… “Oh goddess…” she choked out. “Help me.” “Nothing is worth crying this much about.” A baritone voice suddenly sounded behind her and she flinched hard. She wiped her tears roughly and turned around. He wasn’t that visible in the darkness of the night, but his features were vivid, his presence much more solid. And his all-black cloak seemed to intimidate the night itself. Noelle felt a spark that sent cold shivers down her body. Lightning flashed across the sky- And for a brief second, his face was illuminated.

“I simply couldn't find my way out of the dress for a little while. We're done here, aren't we?” Khalid nodded, but only after a few seconds of silence. “Yes, we are. Then, I'll be taking my leave.” Noelle nodded, still forcing a smile. “Of course.” With a subtle bow, Khalid turned and made his way out. The moment Noelle heard the sound of the front door closing, she allowed her composed mask to fall, frowning. Adrian Black, that bastard was really something else. If she had her way, she's strangle him to death. But she was a law abiding citizen and even the thought of death made her stomach churn.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

Christian turned around, surprised to see Zara. Zara hesitated, then said, "Mr. Blackwood, there's something I think you should know. You're Zach's friend, and I don't want to see you get played. Noelle isn't just seeing you. For a while, someone's been sending her flowers every day, and that guy seems very wealthy. Noelle is very… skilled in these things." Christian frowned. "What's Noelle to you?" Zara looked a bit awkward. "We're… friends, of course."

Samuel was her favorite person in the whole wide world and she had a crush on him until she found out that he was gay and then he later on found his mate, Ashton, Noelle's least favorite person for obvious and petty reasons. "We need your help girlie." Kade moved forward, standing next to his mate, Jordan. "With?" Noelle flipped her hair, knowing exactly what they needed help with. There was only one thing they ever needed her help with. . . . Noelle smiled at the receptionist flirtatiously, biting her lower lip which she had overlined with bright red lip gloss as she leaned onto the desk, giving him a generous view of her cleavage, all the while twirling a few strands of her hair between he

Noelle wouldn’t say she messed up, because she had done her research, & had found that even if there’s no moonlight, there should still be starlight. She looks up at the night sky, and finds nothing but pure darkness. No moon, no stars, not even a shiny freckle. This shouldn’t be happening, unless someone else stole what was left of the moon, and all of the stars. No one can stand between Noelle and her dream prom, so she decides that she has to find the person behind the missing stars. She has to figure out how they took them, and how to steal them back. She decides that she would have to bring them to her castle. But who knows where to start looking, and who knows what kind of magic will p

Noelle looked away, not exactly sure what was happening but thinking it might be a private moment between Brady and the older board member who’d helped them pull the event off. Hearing his footsteps approaching, she turned to face him. “Hi,” Noelle said, not sure if she should hug him, kiss his cheek, or just stand there and beam at him. “Hi,” Brady replied, smiling at her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to her temple, answering that question for her. “How’s it going?” “Wonderful,” she said. “I already had to go back and get more dogs. Oh, and we found a new home for Blacky!”

Light spills across floors where silence used to live. A bright scene hits hard, though it should feel warm. Chandeliers burn like fire overhead, loud music filling every corner. There he stands - Noah - in strict black clothing, too striking to ignore. Clean face, eyes the color of dry leaves, moving across people without care. She walks beside him, Lenora Havisham, draped in something soft and glowing, holding tight to his arm. Her smile climbs high, sure she belongs right there. Could that be him moving with her across the floor? Does his big, steady palm rest just above her waist? Leaning close now, does he tilt his ear toward her voice, strands of black hair touching his forehead?