Novel & Cerita Noelle Holiday

Noel interfered a few times to buy extra tokens for kids who became hellbent on winning a prize even after using all their tokens. As I watched his interaction with them, I couldn’t help but think back to the things Rose told me. Back in the city, celebrities used to do a lot of charity work. Having heard experiences from Dom’s friends, I knew it was nothing but eye service. Noel, on the other hand, chose to be discreet about whom he helped. No paparazzis. No flashing lights. No tabloids to record his deeds. Just a hidden agenda: to help a family in need.

"Nico, I'm so sorry. But I really do love him. Growing up, no one was ever better to me than you. You always let me have anything I wanted. So just this once, I'm begging you, please let us be together, okay?" I stared at the words, suddenly wanting to laugh. So, Noelle did know that no one had ever treated her better than I had. And this was how she repaid me. Before I could even reply, my phone buzzed frantically again. Trending alerts flooded the screen, and my fingers froze. #NoelleLynchMarried #NoelleAndJeremy #MissGlobalWinnerIsMarried My head started ringing. I tapped the alerts. Pinned to the top of Noelle's profile was a brand-new post.

"Tsk, tsk, if you ask me, dancing with Mr. Hoffman is your greatest stroke of luck. A few glares from these small fries? No big deal." Arya thought Noelle was making too much of a fuss. What could anyone do to her? "But speaking of which, Janet looked like she wanted to eat you alive. She always acts so high and mighty, like she's about to devour someone. She's the same way with Winter… "Wait a minute, her name's Winter Shaw, and you're Noelle Shaw. You both have the same last name! It's not exactly common. Are you guys related?" Noelle sighed, feeling a bit helpless. "You finally noticed?"

"Girl, you have got to learn to stop and smell the candy canes." Noel Holiday stood next to the bar where his brother Sam was pouring drinks. He smiled at his mother and sisters and shared a grimace with his brother Val, who was dodging secretaries and the mistletoe. Noel hated the office Christmas party, probably all the more so since he was the one saddled with the name of Noel Holiday and he'd been born on Christmas day. The old man had a sick fucking sense of humor. "Noel, can you run over and check the village display?" Nicholas Holiday called to his eldest son. "Something about the arrangement doesn't look quite right."

"Caden and I would love to have you, and so would Malory. Caden thinks the world of you, and his parents are coming over, too." "I promised Evelyn that I'd go over to the Children's Home today. They're expecting me, and I don't want to let down the kids." Since her parents moved to California and left her alone, she had spent just about every holiday at the Christmas Cove Children's Home. The North Pole Lodge--a local ski resort built to look like a castle--collected gifts for the children all season and then Santa delivered them on Christmas Eve. "Besides, seeing the children open their gifts is the highlight of my Christmas." She wrapped her arms around Jocelyn and pulled her in for a hug.

Noelle’s POV My name is Noelle Harper, a twenty-seven year old, freshly out of a relationship, and currently the only resident of the sprawling Aspen lodge my friends rented for Christmas week. Everyone else bailed last minute with one reason or the other…flu, breakups, “family emergencies”. So it’s just me, ten bedrooms, a ridiculous amount of champagne, and a Christmas tree that cost more than my rent. I was three glasses deep, curled up on the leather sectional in nothing but an oversized red cashmere sweater and thigh-high socks, when the group chat lit up.

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.

Both Nicole and her late husband Hervé were naturally striking people, and they had successfully passed those fine features down to their children and even grandchildren. Elysia lowered her head and sipped the cup of hot chocolate slowly, letting the rich sweetness warm her throat. "Look, Aunt Ellie," Noelle pointed toward the glass window with wide, curious eyes. “It's snowing—it's snowing outside…” Elysia turned her gaze back to the window, watching the white flakes come down in small, gentle falls. The snow had arrived a little bit late this year. It was already the month of Christmas—December. Today was a specific day she could never forget.

"My son has a school art contest. Everyone, vote for Number 6. Get your friends and family to do it, too. "My brother has a working quota to meet at his bank. Everyone needs to sign up for a credit card through him. "My cousin's farm has recently had fresh produce. Who's buying?" If anyone were to scroll through our work group chat, there was barely any actual work, just a never-ending list of demands and instructions from Eileen. Then came the Thanksgiving holidays. I was blissfully asleep at home when Eileen started calling everyone individually at 2:00 am. She wanted us to get up and give a video of her son a like.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total