Novelas y relatos de Noelle Holiday

To ensure I make a memorable impression, I carefully selected the most alluring dress I could find, hoping to make John drool with admiration and to capture everyone’s attention as I showcase my confidence and beauty. Throughout the week, I have been eagerly preparing myself for a moment of pure joy and surprise when the time finally arrives. After a particularly exhausting day at work, I dedicated some time to indulge in self-care, starting with a relaxing manicure and pedicure to ensure my nails look perfect. I also scheduled a wax treatment, a facial, and a professional hairstyling session in preparation for the Christmas Eve party tomorrow night. My goal is to look and feel my absolute b

Chapter 1 Elena's POV The living room glowed with warmth, the fire crackling against the chill of the snowy night outside. My family had gathered, laughter and chatter filling the air, the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey lingering. It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe.

The Porsche crest caught the light. The scream she let out probably caused an avalanche three miles away. "The Cayenne Turbo? The one with the red interior?" "Merry Christmas, bug," Silas said, his expression softening for just a second. Chloe threw her arms around him. "Best daddy ever! I have to get pictures!" She grabbed her phone and ran out into the blizzard, leaving the door wide open. Cold wind swirled in. But the temperature dropped for a different reason. Silas turned to me.

Exhausting. "We need to talk about holidays," I said, forcing my voice back to the paper between us, protecting myself from the sudden, terrifying softening in my chest. "I won't let him travel during Christmas. Not yet. He's too young, and the travel schedule would throw him off." "I don't need Christmas," Noel said instantly, his tone completely devoid of entitlement. "I just... if I could have two hours on Christmas Eve? Here in Geneva? I'll sit in the garden. I'll sit in the kitchen. Wherever you want me."

Breaking the silence that had taken over and snapping Wes from his trance. "Not really." Her dress pooled at her feet. Revealing her matching underwear. She stepped into the tub feeling the soothing heat of the bubbling water and reached for the nearest empty glass and the bottle of wine beside it. "I couldn't even finish one glass of wine. I did dance with Bryan Atkins." "The Bryan Atkins?" Geegee gasped. "He's like- did you see his son?" "He has a son?" She asked. Not particularly interested. "Yeah he does. Are you joking? He's on the list of top ten filthy handsome, filthy rich bachelors."

Noel isn’t sure herself how she feels towards the situation, having chosen to ignore it the entire week and try her best to focus on her belated birthday party this weekend. It’s the first party she will have in quite a few years, she is both excited and nervous. She wants it to be a fun night and the main reason for it is to help Priscilla get closer to Abel, but the closer they get to the date the more she realizes she has missed celebrating with people who are close to her. She closed herself off from everyone after her mother died, remembering there were a few people she hung around with and celebrated with in the past from school, but they all drifted away after Noel stopped putting eff

Noelle mocked as if she had a husband in contrast. Noelle worked as a luxury real estate consultant, which meant she was always working with rich people. Because of this, she was usually invited to galas and other rich people's events. She was used to rich people with no soul, especially the ones who came from old money. The only rich person I was used to was Douglas. I glanced at my phone. He’d left around six in the morning and he still hadn’t texted yet. “He’s late,” Noelle murmured, somehow sensing where my thoughts had strayed to.

After our final paper for the semester, Gracie and her friend, Melody, drove me home in Melody's car, and once again, I allowed them to convince me to attend a final-year student's birthday party. By tomorrow, most students will leave for the holiday, and before the weekend, the Dorm will be empty. Unlike other semesters where a few students might decide to stay behind. It's the Christmas holiday. A time for family, friends, parties, and reunions. I doubt anyone would stay back at the Dorm. So tonight would be more like one last fun before the Christmas break. I caved and went for the party, pushing the thoughts of EMK and the fact that he might come for me any moment, far away from my mind.

April leaned into him, her head on his shoulder, and they sat in silence until she whispered, “I have a name.” Noah turned his head, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Let’s hear it.” “Noelle.” He pulled back slightly to look at her. “Noelle?” “Yeah. It feels like you. And she’s due twelve days before Christmas. I thought... maybe it fits.” He was quiet for a beat, then smiled. “Noelle Crawford.” April nodded, nerves suddenly fluttering in her stomach. “Do you like it?” “I love it,” he said, voice thick. “God, I love it.”

I couldn't help but ask as that had been clogging my mind. “She didn't tell you?” Noah pursed his lips curiously. “Tell me what?” I grilled curiously. “I don't know,” he shrugged with a playful smile on his face. Little bastard, was he trying to play games with me? “Start spilling Noah, where's Noelle? Your dad is just a phone call away.” “Seriously!! So you're threatening me now?” He uttered, rolling his eyes. “Noelle is in New York.” He informed me and my grip on the steering wheel suddenly tightened.