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.”

“Relaxing gets people killed.” Nyra’s lips curved. “And yet, you just smiled at me when Noelle called us superheroes.” Sebastian blinked. “…That was tactical. For morale purposes.” “Sure,” she said, tilting her head. “Tactical.” Noelle had vanished behind her snow fortress, emerging moments later with a stick in her hand, which she waved like a sword. “I’m General Noelle,” she announced. “Defender of Snowtopia. You cannot attack without my permission.”

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.

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

"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!"

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.

"Scarlett." ******

“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.

His face was puce, furious at the interruption and even more infuriated by the idea that something could happen to thwart his schedule. "Wait there!" He commanded, flapping the throng back. "There are times when audiences are not needed!" The others backed away but lingered outside, whispering urgently amongst themselves. Sobbing could be heard, and two of the women were white as ghosts. "What happened?" Noelle heard someone hiss to the older dancer. A buxom redheaded woman with a cluster of charming freckles, she was well-known as a gossip, picking up all manner of tripe from her interested wooers.