Noelle Cornelio Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t. Someone lit that fire on purpose.” My knees buckle. “Who?” Before he can answer, the stone wall behind us explodes inward. A blast of glittering frost spirals through the air as Noelle steps into the hall, heels clicking, hair perfect, eyes glowing with sugar-cookie malice. She dusts debris off her shoulders with a pout. “Honestly, I just had my nails done. You two are ridiculous to chase.” Milo whimpers and presses close to me.Lucien steps in front of us. His blue magic flares.

She retorted, “NR does not mean Noelle Rowan. It means New Reign, because I was venturing into a new chapter in my life! And 00767 is just a random number I put in! I did not know it would end up being Noelle’s ID number at the company!” “I created OmniSync Core, not Noelle!”

Noelle didn't know how to express her feelings when she heard this, so she just held Amelia's hand tightly and kept saying, "Comrade." "Don't worry, we can solve it together," Amelia patted her on the shoulder. Noelle was actually in her forties, she didn't eat well, but her eyes were very bright. Just as she was about to say something, the sound of gunfire outside started again. "I gotta go, Savion, you go tell the chief what this little buddy said." Noelle acted quickly, whether it was putting on a military cap or holstering a gun at her waist. She was a bit reluctant to leave, her eyes fixed on Amelia, wanting to say something but hesitating...

As your family, we can only ask you to bear with it for now. Noelle's hands balled into tight fists under the blanket. She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on the two men as she sneered inwardly. They were leaving no stone unturned to sweet-talk and brainwash her. She didn't want to argue with them, so she shut her eyes again. "I want to rest." Only when their footsteps faded did she open her eyes. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Hello, am I speaking to a live-streaming company? I'd like to place an order…"

Casey quickly played along "Wow,your mom is really a good fashionista" A girl said and Casey smiled "And she's the best chef in the world" Alex said 🗣 Whooaaa "She tells the best bedtime stories too" Casey said 🗣 Wowww!! "She's very beautiful and her hair is so long" Alex said 🗣 Awwwwwnnn "She's like an Angel" Casey grinned "Are you even saying the truth??" Noelle asked "Do you want a proof or what?" Casey asked

Marcela was the first to open her mouth and ask lily, who was feebly leaning her body in Kelly's embrace. "It is just as you heard auntie, the child in Lily's belly is mine," Kelly said. He did not shy away nor was he afraid this will reflect badly on his reputation. He had already made up his mind that today, he must leave with this woman. There is no way he would accept her to heartbreak him and walk away unscathed. "Who are you?" Marcela asked coldly. "Hi auntie, I am Kelly Leonard Junior, alpha of Ash band pack." Kelly introduced himself.

What if Wallace Castellano didn’t like her pitch and gave the contract to a different firm, ultimately destroying her path to making Jason and his whore pay? Just thinking about it frizzled Noelle’s nerves to the point that her palms began to sweat, but she reassured herself. As long as she doesn’t mess this pitch up, nothing can stand in the way of this her plan. Taking in a deep breath, she calmed her nerves just as the doors suddenly opened, and a group of people walked in. Noelle quickly stood up to welcome them. “Hello Mr. Castellano, I’m Noelle Hart, head of design. I will be presenting your firm’s pitch.” She greeted with the brightest smile possible as her eyes scanned each and every

“You will say your vows. You will not speak of what you don’t understand. You will not break the rules, you will not cross him and more importantly, you are not embarrassed Me. You were trained to be a woman and you're going to act like one. I do not tolerate failures. And you're not going to be the first one. It's bad enough that you were born a girl. And even worse that it is because of you that your mother could not have a child. I do not think that you need to embarrass me anymore.” My heels scraped against the marble as I stepped forward. My dress trailed behind me like a ghost I couldn’t shake. His words played in my mind like a slap in the face. But I kept walking. Nolan didn’t move.

Then a voice. “Alpha, outside.” I turned toward the door, but Delilah’s hand shot forward and grabbed mine. “You need to prepare for what you’re about to see.” “What are you talking about?” I asked. Her eyes were already running up with tears. I frowned before the smell of blood and a familiar scent hit my nostrils. Nikolai… Sienna was already in the garden. She stood still, arms crossed over her chest, as if holding herself together with sheer will.

The overhead lights were off, replaced by the multicolored glow of LED strips taped to the edges of the desks. Noelle was sitting in an ergonomic chair that looked like it had been salvaged from a spaceship. She was small — barely five-foot-two — with short black hair that stuck up in odd angles, as if she'd cut it herself with kitchen scissors. She was wearing an oversized hoodie with a cartoon cat on it, leggings, and fuzzy slippers. Her glasses, thick-rimmed and slightly too big for her face, were perched on the tip of her nose. When she saw me, she spun around in her chair, and her face broke into a grin so wide it looked almost painful.