Noelle Silva Fanart Novels & Stories

Talking to her always hurts my head,I was sure I would need a drink to keep my head afloat. Noelle entered the living room and took a deep breath before she came foward. “You know Elais is just a friend.” “Well if being his friend alone is going to cause a ruckus,then it needs to stop.” “I'm not going to stop being friends with Elias. I am doing nothing wrong and he is the only friend I got.” I swallowed the liquour and turned to face her but was even more appalled by her appearance. She looked like Selene with white hair,her tight dress, red lips,eye liner…everything about it reminded me of my upcoming doom.

Noelle watched as Kelly's face lost color once more and added with a hint of concern, "You sure you're okay, Ms. Anderson? You look pretty pale. It wouldn't be great to get sick on your first day, especially not for Collosus Group's image!" "You..." Kelly was taken aback. Noelle's way with words was unexpectedly sharp, totally not what her profile suggested. According to the gossip, Noelle was the Shaw family's doormat, and to top it off, her own sister had swooped in and snagged her boyfriend. She was supposed to be...

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

“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.

I stare up at her, my jaw tightening until my teeth ache. "Go to hell." Noelle smiles, reaching up to smooth her light hair back over her shoulder. She takes a deep, slow breath, her posture shifting as she prepares her chest. "You always were stubborn, Silas," she purrs softly. She steps closer to the iron bars, her lips parting as she releases a low, warm hum from her throat. The air in the tiny cell changes instantly. The sweet vanilla scent turns heavy, suffocating me like a wet blanket thrown over my face. The low vibration of her Siren voice rolls through the iron bars, creeping into my mind like cold water seeping into a basement.

Sabrina whispers softly, holding my bicep as I tremble for a few more seconds, my head fuzzy. “You’re okay, Azren. It’s okay,” she whispers, patting my back gently. I let out a sigh then, finally opening my eyes. The door slams open right then and there she is. Noelle. The sight of her hits me like a punch to the chest again. My ring glints on her finger. Her hair is in a stylish bun, her side bang framing her face. Again, she isn’t wearing makeup. She’s wearing a short flowery print dark green dress that hugs her maddening curves with a slit along the thigh and ankle boots.

Samuel was her favorite person in the whole wide world and she had a crush on him until she found out that he was gay and then he later on found his mate, Ashton, Noelle's least favorite person for obvious and petty reasons. "We need your help girlie." Kade moved forward, standing next to his mate, Jordan. "With?" Noelle flipped her hair, knowing exactly what they needed help with. There was only one thing they ever needed her help with. . . . Noelle smiled at the receptionist flirtatiously, biting her lower lip which she had overlined with bright red lip gloss as she leaned onto the desk, giving him a generous view of her cleavage, all the while twirling a few strands of her hair between he

The moment shifts when he pulls out the art supplies—a small canvas for each of them, brushes, and an array of vibrant paints. “We’re playing a game,” Noah says, handing her a brush. “Draw what you see. No cheating.” Sienna raises a brow, her competitive streak sparking. “You’re on.” The next twenty minutes are a chaotic mix of laughter, concentration, and the occasional smear of paint on noses or cheeks. When it’s time to reveal their work, Noah proudly flips his canvas around. Sienna bursts into laughter so hard that tears sting her eyes. The figure on the canvas is unmistakably her—or at least an attempt at her. The exaggerated features, spiky hair, and oddly placed limbs make her look mo