Noelle Fanart Novels & Stories

Crystal chandeliers, live orchestra, flowers worth more than most people’s monthly rent, but none of it registered. Then she walked in. And the entire world narrowed to a single point. Fuck. Noelle wore a deep crimson gown that looked like it had been poured over her body. The dress was sin incarnate. A plunging neckline that showcased the smooth brown skin of her cleavage, a slit up one thigh that revealed her leg with every step, and a back so low it barely existed. Her natural curls were styled in soft waves, and her obsidian eyes were lined with something that made them look even more dangerous.

" the caller spoke quickly, barely giving Noelle any time to react before hanging up. Left with no choice, Noelle mechanically picked up her phone. Sure enough, there was already a trending topic about her. "I've been saying all along that she's just a pretty face. The only reason her fans are stanning her so hard is because of her looks." "All this talk about what a beautiful and talented comic artist she is is just a hype!" "How shameless of her to even have to plagiarize such a trashy work!" "I heard she has a sugar daddy backing her!"

With that, she left to give them some space. Noelle frowned, glancing at Christian, who remained seated. "Do you want to take a picture of me from head to toe for Grandma Hudson so she can see that I'm okay?" She had meant it as a joke, but his eyes crinkled into a smile. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and switched on his camera. "Stand still!" Noelle was at a loss for words. "Seriously? He's going to do it?" she brooded as she reluctantly shuffled over to the center of the examination room.

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…"

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

“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.”

he gestures toward Noelle, “had to examine every single cereal box in the store.” “They were colourful!” she defends herself. “And they had puzzles on the back,” Layla adds helpfully. “Well, now I’m officially jealous,” I say. “My grocery trips are never that exciting.” Daniel leans a little closer. “Just wait till you hear Noelle’s pitch for cookies at eight a.m. She’s got negotiation skills.” “Oh, I believe it.” Noelle tugs at my sleeve. “Do you like dolphins?” “I love dolphins.” Her eyes go wide like we’ve just become soulmates. “Me too! I’m going to be a marine explorer. That’s what Daddy calls it.”

“I’m Noel.” “Taz.” She smiled at the bartender. She had purple eyes with pink stars and a couple of facial piercings on her right eyebrow and another on her opposite nostril, Taz could barely see the tongue ring. Noel also had an industrial bar on her left ear and both had five hoops going through the lobes she wore a low-cut halter and low-rise shorts that showed off her tattoos. A silver chain accented her small waist. “I didn’t know that Knuckles had any family around here.”

Sheesh. "I swear, bro, I had nothing to do with it." Noel held up his hands and spun on his drafting stool away from his drawing table. "Hell, with Shelby tossing and turning all night, I'm barely conscious enough to draw - pranks are way too much work for me right now." Noel was the art director for the Holiday Greeting Card Company, ultimately in charge of every image that went out on the cards. Some he drew, some were photos, others he had his team create, but yeah, Val knew his big brother's job was as busy as his own, and dealing with a pregnant wife had to be a hassle, even if it was a good one in its own weird way.

Zayne gently cleared his throat and proceeded to ask "So tell us about yourself Noah." Noah flashed a small smile at Zayne then for a split second, landed his gaze on Katniss' parents, her mother especially. Lady Lucinda dropped her utensils then picked up her glass of juice and took sips out of it as she gently reclined into her chair. "Well, I'm a twenty seven year old freelance artist. I studied Arts & Crafts at Deville University. Currently, I paint, draw, colour and even dabble in the art of sculpting. Art is my passion and my hobby which I have turned into an occupation. I'm not a popular, well known artist yet but I hope to be become great like the likes of-"