Noelle Fanart Novels & Stories

Noelle was a handful, he knew that. " Well, I'm trying to. But she's just so stubborn and does things on her own accord. Take, for instance, she wants to automatically turn herself into a boy. She does not act like a girl or a princess at all. She's always seen around boys. You know Kira is the only female friend she has right?” Layla grilled as her eyes met Nolan's. She was still sure Noelle wouldn't have made friends with Kira if not for the fact they both grew up together.

And yet, a small, exasperated voice interrupted him: “Daddy!” He looked up. Noelle was standing in the doorway, clutching a stuffed reindeer that looked far too big for her arms. Snowflakes stuck to her eyelashes like tiny sparkles. “Yes, Noelle?” he asked, trying to sound calm while calculating which exit led to the least danger. “I… I think we need a plan,” she said seriously. “For Snowtopia.” Sebastian blinked. “…Snowtopia?” “No, you don’t get it,” she said, stepping forward. “The threat. The bad people. The snowstorm. It’s all connected! We need strategies!”

**HUMAN WORLD** Noelle feels very afraid and extremely uncomfortable with the moon in her room. The disappearance of the stars, makes everything everything she had done for the perfect prom and the perfect prom dress, into a waste of time and effort, because it was announced that the Princess was missing, and that only happened when the stars were not in the sky.

Instantly, Jonathan pulled out his card to pay. Before I could explain to the salesperson, my gaze caught on the strand of prayer beads around his wrist. Just yesterday, when Chloe announced her return to the public eye, one of the photos in her post had prominently featured those same beads. At a glance, they seemed out of place among the other glamorous shots—but someone online recognized them as exclusive items from the historic retreat he'd closed for her. Soon, the story of the place's six-month closure and the identity of the bracelet's owner was everywhere. Paparazzi had captured footage of Chloe and him leaving the grounds. Even without showing Jonathan's face, the custom-tailored su

With excitement in the air, they both stood up, grabbed their bags, and headed out into the city, ready to treat themselves to a night of laughter and good food. Meanwhile, Susan Wenger was left fuming. The phone had just been hung up on her by an elusive artist known only as Noelle. Susan had been eager to collaborate with this mysterious talent, whose fashion-forward videos and captivating melodies had gone viral. She wanted Noelle to compose a song and produce a beat for her upcoming debut album, hoping to elevate her own image as not just a singer but a true artist who embodied both music and fashion.

Noelle was here? Her opponent's ginger waves were contained by a ponytail. She donned her dusty, orange-tinged armor that had seen much blood; her dark wings were spread apart, challenging Noelle. She stood tall with her orange staff, so full of darkness that you could see the black mist steaming from her staff.

Crisp bread, soft ricotta, a thin drizzle of honey, chili oil just strong enough to prove someone in the kitchen still had a personality. “Okay,” I muttered. “They get one point.” Maya turned quickly. “Did you just compliment something?” “I said one point. Don’t build a memorial.” We had only been sitting for a few minutes when Noelle appeared from the direction of the grand salon. She wore a pale blue gown that made her blond hair look softer, styled in loose waves over her shoulders. Beautiful, obviously. But there was something around her eyes tonight, something moving a little too quickly, as if she were trying to remember six different rules for remaining the perfect daughter in a house

What if Wallace Castellano didn’t like her pitch and gave the contract to a different firm, ultimately destroying her path to making Jason and his whore pay? Just thinking about it frizzled Noelle’s nerves to the point that her palms began to sweat, but she reassured herself. As long as she doesn’t mess this pitch up, nothing can stand in the way of this her plan. Taking in a deep breath, she calmed her nerves just as the doors suddenly opened, and a group of people walked in. Noelle quickly stood up to welcome them. “Hello Mr. Castellano, I’m Noelle Hart, head of design. I will be presenting your firm’s pitch.” She greeted with the brightest smile possible as her eyes scanned each and every