Noi X Pierce Novels & Stories

Aldric isn’t reckless either… But desire doesn’t ask permission and ambition doesn’t survive without compromise. As Christmas approaches and the Ledger deadline closes in, restraint becomes its own kind of temptation, and both must decide how far they’re willing to go for power, recognition… and each other. Some people end up on the naughty list by accident. Noemi Pierce never planned to either! NOEMI PIERCE’S P.O.V. Two weeks pass after my meeting with Aldric Moreau, Nothing official changes even after our meeting in his office. Which was expected and quite a relief. My funding remains intact, there were no issued warnings, No follow-up email in my inbox explaining what “close to the naught

When he raised his head, he saw the dangerous look in Pierce's eyes, he was gobsmacked. He had said so many things in yet the man clung to that sentence. "Yes, sir. Not as close as you think." "Go find out about the lookalike. Queenie seems to have the rest in control." Pierce said, dismissing Vincent. After he was gone, Pierce took out his phone and opened Twitter. Then he searched Daryl Dixon and saw the man's Twitter account. He went through it and realized Vincent was saying the truth. "Daryl Dixon." …

What more could a girl want? But then, the second wave of players emerged, and my mood, which had been steadily climbing, plummeted faster than a lead balloon in an elevator shaft. Tyler Pierce. His dark hair was perpetually messy in that artfully disheveled way, and his eyes, a startling shade of green, seemed to hold a mischievous glint even from a distance. He was the university's golden boy, the hockey team's prodigal son, and my personal brand of migraine.

He reaches under the bed for my rucksack which I quickly take from him. “Noah, he killed my father.” “Yes…but…just forget it.” He starts but stops, shaking his head. “No, Noah what do you mean.” “Evelyn will need your support, remember that.” “Everything okay?” Pierce walks into my room, interrupting Noah and I. I hadn’t realised until a growl escapes him that my hand was on Noah’s arm. “Yes, let’s get going.” I correct myself, taking a step away from Noah. “We can wait, until the morning..” Pierce’s says softly, he was trying to make sure I was certain of this.

"He's sitting by the radio, monitoring Detective Harris’s police frequency. He knows he messed up, Noah. He wants to fix it." Noah didn't answer. He reached the end of the long wooden pier, where an old iron mooring post stuck up out of the planks like a thick stump. The water below lapped steadily against the slimy wooden pilings: SPLASH... SPLASH... SPLASH. "I'm at the point," Noah said softly into his mic. "Pier 42 is completely empty." "Hold your position," Julian advised. "Don't take the vial out of your pocket until we see who shows up."

I blinked, thoroughly confused, until I followed her gaze toward the doorway. Noah Pierce had just walked in. Noah was Jeremy’s best friend, the co-captain of the football team, and the guy who looked like he belonged on a luxury clothing billboard. He was wearing clean gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, looking completely calm and collected as he checked his watch.

Behind her, I heard something letting out a whistle. "Wow. You’re hot. And you said that you look horrible but I say you’re hot." Nico grinned at me and winked. I have to fight the urge not to laugh when my mother’s face turned into a scowl. "Oh um...I forgot to introduce you to my friends. They are-" "Nico Pierce, Gabrielle Xyler, and Kevin Roark. I'm a fan of The Pandorgriff." I admitted and smiled at them. Genuinely.

So, it had been quite a while since they last spoke, but that didn't mean Nicholas didn't root for the man who had once been not only his almost brother-in-law but also a true brother. Therefore, Pierce knew that Neil Hoar would be in Vegas over the weekend to fight, and as soon as his TV producer told him that they would have fighters at the meeting, he imagined he would see his old companion again in his office that morning. This made him think even more about Sophie, reminiscing about emotional, fun, and difficult moments they had experienced together.

I seethe at him through gritted teeth as Noah inspects the wound. “I thought you were Evelyn’s Beta?” Pierce asks with a smirk. “I am!” Noah remains at my back as he places some kind of liquid on the wound. As my back stiffens, the burning informs me it is alcohol based and to help clean the wound. “Wow a beta and a doctor, she’s landed on her feet there. A man of many talents.” Pierce winks at me, ignoring my glare to shut the hell up. “Well, let’s just say she’s put a lot of trust in me….Right, Alpha Pierce if you can hold Alpha Reuben still, I’ll try and get the bullet out.”

"Does it matter?" "It matters to me." Pierce looked at me. "Is this seriously who you moved on with? " "Watch it," X said. His voice didn't change. It didn't need to. Pierce laughed, short and humorless. "I'm just asking a question. No offense intended to your guy here, Scarlett, but this is a step down." "From you?" X said. "That's a low bar." Pierce turned to face him fully. "You have no idea who I am."