Noelle X Novels & Stories

He was good-looking, but not as good-looking as that jerk Malcolm. The lady was wearing a tight dress that showed off her cleavage and she had red lipstick on her mouth. Her black hair was tied in a bun. “Noelle, this is Hayden and Taylor. You'll be working with them and this is Noelle, the recruit I told you about.” Xander introduced. “Welcome, Noelle.” Hayden flashed a charming smile at me. “Thank You,” I muttered. “Welcome.” Taylor welcomed me as well, just that she wasn't smiling.

"I must say I didn't expect it to have such an effect!" "I suppose the music I heard in my head inspired me," Noelle answered enigmatically. "Your mind can create some wonderful music, and when I imagined myself as the lead dancer. It encouraged me." Alexandre looked sceptical but nodded anyway. "I suppose that's right. Although it seldom works so well for me. Maybe because I already dance leads. Who knows?" "Maybe." Noelle lifted his leg to the barre and stretched idly, making it clear he wasn't willing to continue the conversation.

“Donated. Fully operational. They can start setting up now.” No one questioned it. Not really. Hands reached for clipboards. Staff moved faster than they had in hours. Naomi watched the Aelion crews unload their crates with smooth, practiced efficiency. Too smooth. Like they had done this dance before. The thought settled uneasily in her chest, but there was no time to dwell. Another alarm sounded down the hall and she turned toward it. That was when she noticed him.

And I refuse for my downfall to be tied down to a woman. *** *** Noelle’s POV Okay. So signed documents, check. Notepad check. Coffee to his taste, double check. I think that’s it. With enough confidence I could muster after my encounter with Mr. Kael, I went straight to my office to cool down and fix up my shit before making my way to Adrien’s office. I knocked on the door before slightly opening it. Peeking in first to make sure I was in all clear before anything else. And sure enough, he was nowhere to be seen. So I calmly walked in. I placed the documents and the coffee on the table and made my way to a couch at the side as I forced my sleepy ass to review the documents left for him to p

At first I'm looking at Noelle giggling while looking at something then the phone turns, I laugh at the sight of my fiancé performing the same dance of the 4*town. Every move correct, my laughter echoes throughout the car a honk drives me out and I realize that the light has gone green. I continue driving occasionally glancing at my phone to see the performance going, when it ends Noelle looks at the phone again. "Don't tell daddy you saw this," she whispers. "Noelle, what are you doing?" Xander's voice follows, I giggle softly and say, "Our little secret," the call ends and I have this smile on my face the entire time I go get the turkey and drive home.

She peered into the rooms as she walked in the hallway with William. “This is the right place for you. Here you are safe and you can practise your craft with freedom. Besides, no one will ever judge you here.” William tried to reassure her. Olivia nodded. Most of the young people at school seemed to be enjoying their time. She looked at the two guys sitting in a garden talking to a huge crab. “They are Ben and Zac and that’s Nelly, their pet crab. She is also their subject of study. They are experimenting with their mind control skills.” William explained.

Mother Veer said to her. "Oh my!” Nyx purred, completely taken by surprise. She was pretty. If not the prettiest in their gathering, she was going to rank second among the pretty ladies of their gathering. “What were you guys talking about?” "guys?” "Oh! I meant ‘what were you old fellas talking about?’” She rephrased. " You really didn't have to do them like that” Liora laughed. ______ “But what the fuck is this supposed to be?" Loree muttered, her eyes rolling as she examined the new apartment she acquired for herself.

King Ohio. Noelle’s chest heaved as a decision formed in her mind.

Crystal chandeliers, live orchestra, flowers worth more than most people’s monthly rent, but none of it registered. Then she walked in. And the entire world narrowed to a single point. Fuck. Noelle wore a deep crimson gown that looked like it had been poured over her body. The dress was sin incarnate. A plunging neckline that showcased the smooth brown skin of her cleavage, a slit up one thigh that revealed her leg with every step, and a back so low it barely existed. Her natural curls were styled in soft waves, and her obsidian eyes were lined with something that made them look even more dangerous.