Noelle Silva Fanart Novels & Stories

So, bar the occasional out-of-town mountaineer that might stumble into the area, we were pretty free from outside interventions. Which meant that no one would think to come looking for Sienna here. If there was indeed anyone that would miss her. She seemed pretty adamant earlier today that she needed to get back to the orphanage. Which meant that surely she at least had friends there? It was the only reason that I could think that anyone would choose to return to a life of being decidedly alone. That is… unless there was a boyfriend in the picture? I look down at the rag that Beta Devon had handed me once Sienna was settled. It was supposed to be a sequined dress, but it looked like there wa

She wore a grease-stained canvas apron over her denim shorts, her sun-bleached hair pulled back into a messy, practical ponytail. When she straightened up and caught him staring, she didn't flinch. Instead, she wiped a smudge of dark engine grease from her cheek, leaving a faint streak across her high cheekbone, and offered him a bright, unabashed smile. "If you stare at that clipboard any harder, you're going to burn a hole through the pixels," Eleanor called out, her voice clear, carrying a melodic, confident ring over the hum of the festival crowd. Leo blinked, his ears instantly turning a vivid shade of crimson. The brilliant young data analyst who could outsmart corporate algorithms in

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.

Again. “You’re not her anymore,” Lira said. “You kill without blinking.” “I lead,” I said. “You erase,” she whispered. I looked at my hands. Bones where rings used to be. “Would you still follow me?” Lira turned her back. “Only if I must.” I thought she had died. Seris stood before me, scarred and silent. Her left arm was gone. Her right eye glowed red. “The Hollow One lies,” she said. “You think you’ve changed everything, but it’s changing you.”

The sight of him made Noelle’s core tingle. It was so hot. Silas was so hot. To Noelle, he was godlike. No woman could ever ask for more. And how, this man was hers. 'Fuck Brian!' she almost laughed at the thought of her "biggest mistake." She was glad to make this upgrade. “I can’t take it any longer,” Silas said, giving himself one last stroke before pulling her trousers down. At first, Noelle clamped her legs together, but Silas pinned them apart.

" the caller spoke quickly, barely giving Noelle any time to react before hanging up. Left with no choice, Noelle mechanically picked up her phone. Sure enough, there was already a trending topic about her. "I've been saying all along that she's just a pretty face. The only reason her fans are stanning her so hard is because of her looks." "All this talk about what a beautiful and talented comic artist she is is just a hype!" "How shameless of her to even have to plagiarize such a trashy work!" "I heard she has a sugar daddy backing her!"

“I’m Noel.” “Taz.” She smiled at the bartender. She had purple eyes with pink stars and a couple of facial piercings on her right eyebrow and another on her opposite nostril, Taz could barely see the tongue ring. Noel also had an industrial bar on her left ear and both had five hoops going through the lobes she wore a low-cut halter and low-rise shorts that showed off her tattoos. A silver chain accented her small waist. “I didn’t know that Knuckles had any family around here.”

Noello thinks about what she just called him, he then recalls the card, he could put things together and realise that she was the one who sent that perverted message to Tito. "I wanna taste you, taste every bit of you," She smirks and travels her hands from his hair to his chest then his sêx organ. "Hmmm..." Noello shakes his head, yelling only inwardly and shaking himself in an attempt to stop her from her wicked act. Selena unzips his uniform's trouser and puts her finger on his teenage dick. "Yes, like that, moan cute darling, little Noello," Noello shakes violently but it doesn't help him.

“Valerie Aleeksev designed it. There’s only one. It was made to represent the giver’s soul. Adrian bought this? For Bianca?” Noelle said nothing. The woman’s excitement made it harder to breathe. “Oh, sorry,” the woman said quickly. “I’m Chloe Daniels, Bianca’s manager.” Noelle nodded. Chloe took the box like it was treasure. “You must be Adrian’s assistant. Thank you—Bianca’s going to love this.” Noelle just smiled weakly and walked away. As she turned, she ran into Grace, who looked confused. “Noelle? I couldn’t find your phone. Are you sure it’s in my car?”

They strode down the corridor, past the crowd dancing to a thumping tune, and found Sil smoking a cigarette at a booth seat. Sil's eyes lit up when he saw that Noel was really there and unwittingly dropped the cigarette on the floor. "Shit, that's the top actress of Draconia for you!" He could not help comparing her to Rory Thames, but they were in completely different classes! Rory was the top singer of Draconia and had the looks, but she was more than a class beneath Noel, a goddess of the silver screen. Her pure, noble presence alone far eclipsed Rory's—even though her body figure was unbelievably tempting, the face when she took off her mask was angelically innocent.