Novel & Cerita Nolan Booth

She looked over her shoulder when she felt the bed move, then she stood up. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had to do this, James. I had to do this so that I can get the man of my dreams," she said, and made her way to the floor length window across from her. "I only know one man who deserves to love my body and give me great pleasure and that is Cyrus Noah, celebrity swimmer and one of Hollywood's top bachelors." Crystal giggled and leaned on the window.

But I had already memorized every detail. The angle. The lighting. The fear. “She’s back,” I said. Adrian nodded. “And she wants more than just revenge this time.” Across the city, a press conference played out on a small stage in a luxury hotel. Cameras snapped. Journalists leaned in. A man stepped forward—dark suit, dark smirk. Noah Roth. Celebrity lawyer. Scandal fixer. Known for taking impossible cases. He adjusted his tie and spoke into the mic. “I’ve returned to fight for justice. For family. For the truth the Vaughans and Montclairs buried.”

Not because I was eager, but because I needed the time to remind myself who I was dealing with. Nolan wasn’t just a businessman. He was a strategist. A man who could make you feel like you were winning—until you realized the game had been rigged from the start. And I had just stepped onto his board. I took a deep breath, smoothing my dress as I walked inside. The hostess barely had to look before nodding. “He’s waiting for you.” Of course he was. ⋆⋆⋆ Nolan was seated at a corner booth, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

By the look of Nolan's face, he was trying to send a message to Cole, I tried distracting him as I picked up the menu and began going through the soups and sandwiches. "So Cole, tell us about yourself?", I asked as Nolan made eyes at me as if saying 'why are you talking to the devil'. He embraced the question trying to keep his eyes from lingering onto Nolan's glances of warning. "I'm a software engineer at a company and I went to Stanford, and I'm from Ashford", he stated as if he was at an interview and his whole town was counting on him, the population of 220 people. "Ashford, woah your from a small town", I asked as he nodded looking at Avery as if to say he had no clue what to say next.

I coughed violently, blood spilling from my mouth. Then the sound of clapping came. Slow. Mocking. The men parted and Nolan stepped forward. He looked relaxed. Clean. Untouched. Dressed like he was attending a meeting instead of an execution. He was smiling. Laughing, actually. “Look at you now bestue,” he said, shaking his head. “Still trying to be the hero.” I forced my head up to look at him. My body screamed in protest, but I didn’t look away. “You always talk too much,” I rasped.

I just couldn't wait to see her, hold her again. Myles and Nolan were with me. Nolan was my PA at work, and he was one of the most reliable and loyal people I had in my life. I would never forget how he was there for Chloe when I was abducted. And Myles... I would not be wrong if I said that I owed my life to him, so I gave him the position of my best man. Myles being Myles, he said some few things about not accepting the offer, but a few convincing and sweet talk from Bonnie here and there, he was all in.

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

Now Noah and the three of them are sitting in front of the judge's table. After all, Noah's actions violated the law. "So, Noah killed Mrs. Zoe?" asked the judge with a probing look. "That's right, Sir. He killed the best teacher in our school," The principal replied then looked at Noah scornfully. "Tch, the best mistress you mean?" Noah asked disdainfully. "Watch your manners, Noah!" Mr. Zackary was angry at Noah's words.

Even Nellie was yet to drop in since he'd been there. They'd moved on from boxing to Call Of Duty, a military type game where they paired up in teams. "Noah, what are you doing?" Abel nudged him with his knee. "You're supposed to back me up; he almost got me." Hector laughed, going heavy on the bombs, taking advantage of Noah's slipup. Noah made a few maneuvers to get his man out of harm's way, but his eyes were back on the door where Roni smiled as she greeted whoever it was. She glanced back at Noah with an expression he couldn't quite make out before she walked out onto the porch, closing the screen door behind her.

It was also the number my lawyer still used to contact me from the States, so it worked out. “Hello?” I asked, wondering who would have been calling. “Is this Nathaniel?” I heard an older man ask. “Yes, this is he? May I ask who this is?” “Nathaniel, this is Tim. I know I sound old, but, well, I am old. I’m 78 years old.” “Tim? Why on earth are you calling me?” “I’m calling because, well, I’m dying, Nathaniel. I can feel it. I can feel my body shutting down.”