Noelle Fanart Novels & Stories

Noelle: [Dancing Cat Sticker] Noelle: [Heart Explosion Emoji] I snapped my head toward Shae, who was humming to the radio, looking entirely too innocent. "Shae! You told Noelle?!" I groaned. Shae burst out laughing, tapping the steering wheel. "Duh! This is headline news, Ev. The world needed to know. Besides, Noelle has been the president of your fan club since day one." "It’s embarrassing! Look at these texts, she’s going feral!" I protested, even though I was grinning at the screen.

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

I wiped my tears with my sleeves and sniffed before leaving the kitchen to meet them. "Babies," I smiled dryly. "Mamma, I am no longer a baby, I am now a young lady," Noelle smirked standing akimbo, the both of them weren't in their uniforms anymore. "Seriously," I raised my eyeballs and rolled them. "Yeah, Mamma, this is the new Noelle, Noelle Evette Denero is brand new," Noelle smirked and held her waist posing like a model. Noello shook his head and mocked. "She saw Elvis in class and was stuttering like a dummy, she even said that 2x2 was eight when he asked her,"

Sabrina whispers softly, holding my bicep as I tremble for a few more seconds, my head fuzzy. “You’re okay, Azren. It’s okay,” she whispers, patting my back gently. I let out a sigh then, finally opening my eyes. The door slams open right then and there she is. Noelle. The sight of her hits me like a punch to the chest again. My ring glints on her finger. Her hair is in a stylish bun, her side bang framing her face. Again, she isn’t wearing makeup. She’s wearing a short flowery print dark green dress that hugs her maddening curves with a slit along the thigh and ankle boots.

“Emeric? As in a wizard, are you from OZ?” I winced, “like I knew you'd say that.” She stopped laughing and drew close to me, way close for comfort, I smelt her perfume. “Seriously?” I bit down on my lips and rubbed my stubble. “Your name is Noelle Holly” I shot back, “you shouldn't exactly be making fun of me when the song Santa baby was made for you.” “Ouuuuuuu… good one.” She laughed and threw her head back. The most beautiful sight, the tendrils that escaped the bun on the top of her head gave her an effortless surreal beauty, her large brown eyes heavy with alcohol made her appear like every man's snare.

She could not believe that she was drawing the line so clearly between them. "I would have thought that with your maturity we would be age mates," Elara said, shaking her head. She knew that Noelle was a good assistant and did her job well; she did not just know that she was that official, even to her. Noelle liked the gesture; it would be good for her to call her by her first name and act as if they were close friends but even with that, she did not want to feel too comfortable with them all. After the encounter with Ronan taking her for coffee and beer, she was not sure if the right thing between them was for her to act friendly. "Well, even if we aren't age mates, I think it should still

The moment my fingers touch the wood, I know. The Watch wasn’t vague. It was merciful. I pull the door open. Noelle Arden stands on the church steps, framed by softly falling snow and twinkling Christmas lights from the square behind her. Perfect coat. Perfect curls. Perfect smile. Her cheeks are pink from the cold. Her eyes were bright. Her hands folded politely in front of her. She looks exactly the way she always does. And now I know how intentional that is. “Elora,” she says warmly. “There you are.”

We burned our old sigils under the moon. Painted new ones in ash and blood. “We are not wolves anymore,” I said. “We are Eclipse.” And the howl that followed wasn’t mine alone. It was ours. The moon bled red. The earth opened in silence. From the crater rose something tall, robed, wrong. No scent. No breath. No time. The Man with No Scent was just a vessel. This was the god inside. The Hollow One. And it already knew my name. He came to me while I dreamed. Not Vaeron. Not Dax. A stranger with eyes like frostfire. He touched my hand. The dream caught fire.

Threading my fingers in my hair, I pressed my face against the desk and released a huge sigh. It hurts. Why does it hurt? I pulled out my phone and I scrolled through my gallery, littered with Xania's pictures and videos. I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of her when she was painting, she was on her knees with one paintbrush pushed against her middle ear, while the thinner brush was in between her delicate fingers, she said that brush was for detailing the textures the thicker brush couldn't do. Once she finished her painting, I could clearly see what she meant about the detailing. The colours she used were primarily dark although some were bright, the painting had some kind of flo

Talking to her always hurts my head,I was sure I would need a drink to keep my head afloat. Noelle entered the living room and took a deep breath before she came foward. “You know Elais is just a friend.” “Well if being his friend alone is going to cause a ruckus,then it needs to stop.” “I'm not going to stop being friends with Elias. I am doing nothing wrong and he is the only friend I got.” I swallowed the liquour and turned to face her but was even more appalled by her appearance. She looked like Selene with white hair,her tight dress, red lips,eye liner…everything about it reminded me of my upcoming doom.