Noelle Cornelio Novels & Stories

“Make it quick.” He sat across from me, legs spread wide, confidence oozing in that infuriating way he had—casual, but calculated. Always had been. “We got confirmation from Penrose Jewelry and that private sculptor in Brentwood—Noelle Lang.” My eyebrows lifted. “Noelle? Seriously? She said no three times.” “She said yes to me.” I should’ve been impressed. I wasn’t. “Funny how your charm works miracles when it’s not aimed at people you claim to care about.”

Then, another female officer came in. “Noelle, the injury report is here.” The woman named Noelle took the report. Andrius noticed the calluses on her hand. They were proof that she was skilled with a gun. Noelle then slammed the report on the table. She wore a strict look on her delicate face and asked, “What’s with that smile on your face?” “What? Smile? I’m not smiling.” Andrius shook his head. “Hmph! Andrius Moonshade?”

Nola Graham commented. “Jeez really? I didn't even know that,” Lara said in disbelief. "What? .gossip with Helen Noel you say?” I asked Nola Graham to be sure. “That's right, Manager. I've heard that rumor before but the news hasn't spread too much,” Nola answered confidently. “Helen Noel, the wife of the owner of Noel Corp? That's great, it could be a huge scandal if that really happened!” commented Orlando grinning broadly. "You're right Orlando, I think Jason Morean is the right model for our project this time," I said firmly, thinking fast and so sure this time.

"Boss, he could've stolen that phone, too. Please give me a chance to prove my innocence!" Faris chimed in, "That's right, honey. Let's look into it carefully before jumping to conclusions." Noelle tried to unlock my phone. She entered my birthday and was instantly welcomed into my homescreen. It didn't take her long to find my notes. Coming across a paragraph I had drafted, Noelle read it out loud under her breath. "Noelle's getting engaged this weekend. I'm sneaking back into the country early to surprise her. I'm so obsessed with the villa she bought me. I can't wait to move in!"

Dexter's hands trembled as he tore open the file. The woman in the photo had cut her hair short and sharp. She wore a tailored power suit, her expression one of cool, untouchable focus. But that face… those eyes… "It's her," he choked out, a sob catching in his throat. "It's my Noelle." "She's the CEO of Sterling Genetics, and she's already a legend in the area," the investigator continued. "The company is already valued at over a billion dollars. On the street, they're calling her the 'Genius of New Moon Bay'."

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

“The location of the Nromais is at 12 o’clock. Hurry!” At that same time, Ellaine sat on the sofa across the TV. She had a teen magazine on her lap and the box she received on her birthday on the side table. She was currently having one of the best weekends ever. First, there were no classes. Second, she had the house to herself because Aunt Caroline spent the day with her best friend. Now she had the best leisure time with all the entertainment she needed. And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

Viktor asked, adjusting his glasses. Before I could answer, the frosted glass doors of the executive boardroom flew open with a deafening crash. My chief secretary, Clara, stumbled backward into the room, pale and breathy. "Mr. Waylon! I tried to stop her, but she—" "Get your hands off me!" Noelle stormed past Clara like an unstoppable force of nature. She looked wild, reckless, and breathtakingly furious. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her chest heaved under white body hug top.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.