Noelle Fanart Novels & Stories

Kajani yook everything but the hair from his father, his grey eyes, jawline, smile you name it he had it all he took from me was my chestnut hair and it was unfair. "Mommy, daddy your home," Noelle walked in still in her uniform. She was now seven years old and was in the second grade. She was doing well for her age and we couldn't be more proud as her parents," "How was school, baby?" I asked her kissing her cheeks and she began to tell us of her day and the events that will be coming up and in need of her attendance and our attention.

“Noelle is a fucking masterpiece. She hated wearing dresses. She cried a lot whenever she was forced to wear them when she was much younger. She preferred trousers and wanted to dress like a boy. Now she's getting older, she's getting more used to the dresses. Everything looks so hot on her.” “She loves roses. She loves hash browns and tacos and is literally obsessed with the color Blue. You know she was my first crush and I was so scared to speak up because she's my sister. Adopted actually, but still my sister.” As he blabbed on, I didn't even know how to react as I just listened to him spilling everything. I really loved hash browns and tacos. Everything he said was true. “She was my firs

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.

“The boutique did change the conversation. It just didn’t change the people who will always see spectacle as the easiest way to sell tickets. You don’t owe them your story told in their words.” I sat in silence for a moment, imagining what they would do if I said yes. I saw a gallery wall with bold letters spelling Exile and Return. I imagined photographs of me from years ago—images I had tried to forget—blown up larger than the dresses themselves. I imagined people standing in front of those walls, whispering about the drama of it all rather than touching the fabric or studying the details of a hem. I shuddered slightly. “They would love to turn Noelle into a character,” I said. “Someone tr

If they approve your application but reject your personal talent and portfolio, everything ends up being for nothing. Noel has worked tirelessly the last year making sure her portfolio is as bold and diverse as possible, to stand out amongst the judges. She is glad she decided to take up sketching, being able to add a few of those to her portfolio as well to show her talent goes beyond simply painting. But she still feels she needs more than that but can’t think of what other art aspects she might be good at. She has attempted clay sculpting but unlike her dad, she is a complete failure at it, and she learned very quickly that she lacks the creative talent for object sculpting like the broth

______________________________ Noel stared blankly at his computer screen in front of him, frowning. Leaning back on his chair, Noel rubbed his sore lower back, trying to get the pain to minimize slightly. He wore a large oversized shirt that was barely enough to cover the love bites on every inch of his body. Suddenly a familiar face popped up on screen, almost startling the man. “Noel!” Kadin said brightly. He looks a lot better as compared to how he looked like the last time he saw him. “How is my favourite baby bear doing?” “Don’t call me that.” Noel signed. “People will think we are involved with each other romantically.”

His words were weak due to the dryness that had taken over his mouth, and his throat felt like it had not tasted water for days. Julian met his eyes, his own clouded and masking what thoughts were dancing along in his mind. Even with the invisible mist that obscured his emotions, he couldn't disguise the warmth when he softly squeezed Noelle's leg. "You can thank me by giving the performance of your life, by showing them the glories that exist right before their eyes, but they ignore because they have to move a few obstacles. Art is work...art is passion. You embody that...don't you?" Noelle shifted, slowly lowering himself to the boards. Julian's soft musk drew him like a siren's call, and

She didn't need Shawn anymore. Noelle had applied to an art academy in Neloria under the name Aria Byrd. She'd given up on her dream of going into art when marrying Shawn. In the future, she would only live for herself. "How about we catch a movie together this afternoon, Elle?" Shawn suggested. "A new comedy has just premiered, and it'll cheer you up." "This afternoon? Don't you have work?" Noelle asked. "We agreed that I would spend the day with you today, remember? I'm keeping my word. I don't go back on any of my promises."

Gulping, she looked at him because she didn't even know what they both were to each other now. “What are you going to do with that information, Noel?” Rican asked, scowling at his best friend. Noelle rolled her eyes at Rican and then focused her eyes back at him. “Because he is very handsome and sissy and he will look very beautiful as a couple, like the main characters in a romance story,” the teenager announced her little wish. Flora's eyes enlarged even more.

ALEXA Noelle and I were discussing some patterns and designs in my office. “The pop-star sent in a mail through his manager that he is in need of a wardrobe makeover,” I told Noelle. “Is he going on another tour?” Noelle asked suggestively. I didn’t quite catch her tone until she I looked at her and saw the mischief in Noelle’s eyes. I smiled thinly and shook my head at her. “He didn’t mention,” I simply said. “Well, I was hoping that if he was, you would let me go for this one,” Noelle said lightly, sounding like a giddy high school girl.