Noelle Silva Fanart Novels & Stories

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

“You’re the one who sent the painting, right? The one with me as Joan of Arc but with my actual face and the fire made of sheet music?” He nodded, throat dry. “Yeah. I… I didn’t think you’d see it.” “I see everything my fans send.” She set the phone down. “You’re shaking.” “I’m trying not to.” Nova laughed, low, throaty, the same laugh she used in her behind-the-scenes vlogs. “Cute.” She leaned closer. Her perfume hit him, something expensive and dark, like smoked amber. “You’ve been in love with me since ‘Neon Veins,’ haven’t you?”

he asked, already knowing the answer. Noelle shook her head. “No, but I feel… drawn to it. I can’t explain why, but I need to be out there. Please, let me come with you.” Silas studied her, sensing the strong willingness in her plea. The moonlight streaming through the window highlighted her long, wavy brown hair, and her sharp blue eyes seemed to glow with a fire he had always admired. Tonight, that fire burned even brighter, and he felt a strange pull toward her—a connection deeper than the one they usually shared.

Noelle: [Dancing Cat Sticker] Noelle: [Heart Explosion Emoji] I snapped my head toward Shae, who was humming to the radio, looking entirely too innocent. "Shae! You told Noelle?!" I groaned. Shae burst out laughing, tapping the steering wheel. "Duh! This is headline news, Ev. The world needed to know. Besides, Noelle has been the president of your fan club since day one." "It’s embarrassing! Look at these texts, she’s going feral!" I protested, even though I was grinning at the screen.

Sheesh. "I swear, bro, I had nothing to do with it." Noel held up his hands and spun on his drafting stool away from his drawing table. "Hell, with Shelby tossing and turning all night, I'm barely conscious enough to draw - pranks are way too much work for me right now." Noel was the art director for the Holiday Greeting Card Company, ultimately in charge of every image that went out on the cards. Some he drew, some were photos, others he had his team create, but yeah, Val knew his big brother's job was as busy as his own, and dealing with a pregnant wife had to be a hassle, even if it was a good one in its own weird way.