Novel & Cerita Noelle Holiday

I told her the places I had been to, the people I had met, and the stories I had encountered along the way. Life had been good to me, so I told her not to worry. I recounted some of my adventures, hoping she could share my joy in heaven. While I was having a deep conversation with Bridget, a familiar voice echoed from behind. “Gab.” I turned around and saw Noelle. Standing a short distance away, she held a bouquet. She had lost quite a bit of weight. By the looks of her graying hair and wrinkles along her forehead, the past years had taken a toll on her.

“Crayons?” “Official contract stationery,” he says without looking up. “Feels binding.” Doris pours coffee. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t care. She’s seen everything. He’s written THE HOLIDATE PACT at the top in green block letters. I raise an eyebrow. “Holidate?” “Holiday plus date. Trademark pending.” I steal the red crayon. We work fast. Mandatory appearances (non-negotiable): - New Year’s Eve (trial run) - Valentine’s Day

"Even knowing what it'll cost?" "Even then." She kissed him softly. "Now, when do we tell him?" Nelson pulled out his calendar. "Thomas Garrett's corruption expose happens Tuesday. That'll already be chaos. We can't add our relationship to that fire. After Christmas, maybe? After the holiday tension passes?" "That's three weeks of hiding. Three weeks of lying to my father's face at family dinners." "I know. But if we tell him now, during the holidays, it ruins Christmas for everyone. And with the Garrett situation exploding—" Nelson stopped. "The timing is terrible no matter when we do it."

He said, "You sound sentimental. It's like the last time you spoke to Alicia. Do you have a problem with me?" "Hahaha, no. I'm just tired. I wanted to visit my niece for Christmas, but I'm stuck with this asshole killer who kills people regardless of... whether it's Christmas or not," Noel said, speaking fast without pausing. Noel leaned his back against the top of the chair then looked around, "looks like everyone is going to have a nice Christmas, Nick."

Noelle rolled her eyes as she tapped away on her phone, sitting cross-legged on the couch in a black backless gown with full sleeves, ruffled at the end. "I can't calm down!" He yelled, fixing his suit. "Did you just yell at your Luna?" Noelle asked, faking shock. Hunter turned to his really good but annoying friend, suppressing his urge to flip her off, and said, "Ellie, go find your mate, won't you?" "Don't want to." She said. "I had way too much of him in the last twenty four hours." Noelle was referring to the date and what they did afterwards and throughout the day because they hadn't taken a day off from the boring and torturous office work.

He couldn’t see a single trace of sadness or worry on her face. He guessed that Hendrick had not told her about the things that had happened to her father. Noelle was well-dressed. She was a college student, and she was in her prime. She was pretty and able to draw the attention of a crowd, especially men, when she was walking down the street. When all of them noticed that she was running toward Kayson, they felt jealous of him. Kayson was speechless. He did not know why everyone was looking at him. Offering him a big grin, Noelle asked, “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re in Skyspring?”

She found herself leaning on her palm as she stared at him, the way he smiled showed off his white teeth, and the way his suit hugged his muscled body made her feel warm in so many places. Crystal flinched when he looked in her direction and the sharpness of his blue eyes made her internally swoon. Cyrus Noah, the nephew of the man she now called her husband. He was someone she had been so attracted to since the first they met at a family function. He was rich, a celebrity figure, a professional swimmer and many more— He was just an all rounder in Hollywood.

Her eyes were twinkling in excitement. “Are we still talking about Noah’s birthday party or yours?” I asked, and she threw me a death glare. “Shut up, Maxwell Hughes.” She’s scary. “Well…” Noelle looks at me to ask for permission. I always find him adorable every time she looks at me this way. I like it every time she depends on me. I love it more every time she asks for my thoughts or permission first. I nod at her while smiling. “We think it is fine since it’s already summer. Let’s discuss the full details in two weeks.” She said. Alyssa and Noah both yelled in celebration. Alyssa has an attitude of 6 years old.

I really should’ve stayed home with hot chocolate. My voice breaks. “Noelle… what did you do?” She blinks, as if the question embarrasses her. “Elora, sweetie… you weren’t supposed to see this part yet.” “This part?” I repeat. “Is there a schedule for when you commit attempted murder?” Noelle sighs like I’m being dramatic. “You always take things so personally.” Behind us, the Christmas lights flicker violently, like they’re warning us—or celebrating us. I can’t tell anymore.

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…"