Noelle Silva Novels & Stories

Camila's P.O.V "Your phone" Clair says walking into the room and tossing the phone on the bed. I see Zoe's name on the screen whuch made me smile hard, more than I was already smiling. Clair saw my face and took a seat on the bed to hear the conversation. "Hello Zola" I say once I answered the call. "Camila, how could you!?" Zoe screeches, obviously she was crying. "How could I what?" I ask innocently, also sitting on the bed.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I shook my head, "You weren't ready then. It would have been too much for you. We have to take this slow, okay? This was enough steps for one night." She nodded. "You're a good man, Leonardo," she said kissing my cheek once more. I smiled and pulled her back into my arms, just as we heard a small pair of footsteps come down the stairs. "Silas, is that you?" Ella asked. A few seconds later, a small blond child appeared in front of us. Silas was only six years old and wore his little checkered pyjamas and clutched a teddy in his arms as he looked up at us with his big blue eyes.

She deleted all of Derek’s contact information right before my eyes. “Just pretend I apologized, okay? I deleted everything. I never wanted to be with him. I was only playing around. We’re husband and wife. Look, I deleted everything…” For the first time, I saw fear in Jaime’s eyes. I did not know what she feared, but her attempts to make amends came too late. Even after I rejected her again and again, she refused to give up. She stayed in the village, sponsored poor students, and brought large amounts of medical equipment.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

she said. Dominic wanted to retort he's your father to but he kept quiet saying nothing. "I heard you have a new COO," he commented changing the topic and Noelle rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Maeve Casalengo. I'm her personal assistant. Why do you think I have loads of work to do tonight?" She asked. "What are you doing?" "Sending invitations for her party on Friday night out," Noelle answered, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. Dominic let out a startling laugh. "You are joking."

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?"

"She always loved rumors, and saw me turn into a mermaid." "That was before me and Saph...?" Holly trailed off. "Right." Lydia nodded. "I was still learning control." Holly hadn't been friends with them at the time, so she just took their word for it. "Which one is she coming from?" Lydia asked, looking at all the terminals. "Uh..." Melanie glanced around, refusing to admit she didn't know. "Is that her?" Holly asked, pointing to a blonde in a summer hat coming from a terminal, carrying two suitcases and a brown shoulder bag.

Is everything okay? I typed and replied. Call me if you're not busy. I waited, but no response. I'm so doomed. Can I work with Reid again? Without imaging his lips pressed against mine? Can I look into his mesmerizing eyes without wanting to be wrapped against his muscular arms? Becca Dela Vine, you are in big big trouble, woman! I took deep breaths because of frustrations. My phone rang; it's an unlisted number, yet I picked it up. It might have been Sierra using her husband's phone.