Noelle Leyva Feet Novels & Stories

Alex finished his soy milk in a gulp. He glanced at the security guards lightly. “Is this your hotel’s service attitude? Could it be that this guy could simply harass the female guests here just because this guy is someone from the Seay family whatsoever, the young heir of this hotel? Then, this hotel of yours can be closed already!” Noelle walked over with her high heels thumping on the ground. This woman was very tall. She was about 5.6 feet tall. After wearing high heels, she was about 5.9 feet tall.

“Layla is not feeling well today. She wants us to gather the stuff needed for the farm and our food supply.” “So I’m stuck with you all day… hmmp.” Of course Theodore didn’t want to spend time with her. Even though they had me in common, they still did not like each other. I was tempted to get up just to see the look on his face. I bet he looked like a little kid being told to take his sister with him. “Look Theodore, you can get the fruits for the farm, and I will get the food supply for here. Don’t forget she wants a variety of fruit to try new flavors besides strawberry and grape.”

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

I wiped my tears with my sleeves and sniffed before leaving the kitchen to meet them. "Babies," I smiled dryly. "Mamma, I am no longer a baby, I am now a young lady," Noelle smirked standing akimbo, the both of them weren't in their uniforms anymore. "Seriously," I raised my eyeballs and rolled them. "Yeah, Mamma, this is the new Noelle, Noelle Evette Denero is brand new," Noelle smirked and held her waist posing like a model. Noello shook his head and mocked. "She saw Elvis in class and was stuttering like a dummy, she even said that 2x2 was eight when he asked her,"

After the manager left, Charles looked at Noelle and asked, "Do they fit well?" Noelle nodded, feeling much more comfortable in the flats. She asked the sales attendant to pack her high heels and then approached Charles. Without the height boost from the heels, Noelle seemed quite petite standing next to Charles. Though Noelle was 5'5" tall and considered above average for women, she still looked small next to Charles, who was 6'1". Noelle smiled, took the bag from the sales attendant, and thanked her. She then looked at Charles. "Let's go."

“Thanks but I’m perfectly happy crafting campaigns. I’ll get back to you if I ever grow taller though.” The designer shrugged, already distracted by other pretty faces. My friends laughed as he left. “There are two tall girls here and he decided to go for the shortest,” Noelle said, then paused, glancing down at Tessa. “No, my bad. The second shortest.” Noelle was the tallest of all of us. She was thin, had high cheekbones, and legs that went on for days. She was easily model material, but never had an interest in it.

He sucks in his bottom lip then as if I had burned him averts his eyes away from me completely. And I hated to admit it but I was disappointed, I wanted his eyes on me, undressing me with those orbs of his. I shake my head as if it would take those unwanted and deadly thoughts out of my mind. Noel looks at me like I lost my mind before giving the young girl his attention. "Allegra, I don't think it'll be comfortable to wear heels when you're about to walk in water." He advises and looks at her feet that were indeed covered by white high heels that I wouldn't dare walk with, not if I wanted to fall and break my ass.

Her eyes were puffy due to the nonstop crying. “You have to bring my daughter back. You have to! Noelle hates cheese in her meals. Heaven knows if she's been fed.." Layla stammered and her head fell on Nolan's shoulders. “We have to bring her back, she can't sleep without me singing her lullabies. I'm sure my little angel must be crying out for me now and there is nothing I can do about it. I feel so useless.. “ she blurted out as Nolan wiped out the tears from her face.

The overhead lights were off, replaced by the multicolored glow of LED strips taped to the edges of the desks. Noelle was sitting in an ergonomic chair that looked like it had been salvaged from a spaceship. She was small — barely five-foot-two — with short black hair that stuck up in odd angles, as if she'd cut it herself with kitchen scissors. She was wearing an oversized hoodie with a cartoon cat on it, leggings, and fuzzy slippers. Her glasses, thick-rimmed and slightly too big for her face, were perched on the tip of her nose. When she saw me, she spun around in her chair, and her face broke into a grin so wide it looked almost painful.