Nook Homestuck Novels & Stories

"Clinging to the hollow shell of a marriage? You make it sound so noble. It's you who's been pestering Susanne all along. Yet, you still dare to say, right to my face, that Susanne is your wife? "You must have a death wish for trying to hit on my fiancee. I'm gonna make sure the whole world sees what a shameless homewrecker you are!" Stanley blocked the door to stop anyone from entering or leaving the restroom, then pulled out his phone to record a video. "Check this out, everyone. This homewrecker has been trying to seduce my fiancee. My fiancee ignored him, but he still wouldn't give up. Now he's followed us all the way to our workplace. Are homewreckers these days really this shameless?"

Russ chuckled as Nico sat a tall glass of milk in front of me, “go on drink it, our pup needs milk, it will make those doughnuts taste better.” I glared at Nico but drank the milk, the door opened, and both sets of our parents walked in, not empty-handed either. After an hour I put my arms around Nico’s neck and smiled up at him, “is it too late to tell you I want another RV and to run away.”

He’d just have to put her in her place. “May I see what you’ve been working on?” Noah asked as politely as he could, already leaning over her shoulder before she could answer. He fully expected to downright laugh at what he saw, but that wasn’t the case. He recognized something of himself within her painting. The brushstroke and the fine details called to him and he found himself leaning in closer. Yes, there. Hidden among the trees he could see a few forest animals…and was that a unicorn? He found himself truly smiling.

There was nothing strange about an empty desk. Still. An unpleasant feeling settled across my chest. I turned away from it and walked into my cabin. I had been at my desk for less than an hour when the door opened and Noah appeared holding a container of noodles with the casual confidence of someone who had never once considered that he might be unwelcome. "Lunch," he announced. "How do you eat this much junk and remain functional," I said, not looking up from my file. "I know how to burn calories." He dropped onto the sofa. "That's why."

YOURS, N. Sure, Nio thought, let us all be chess pieces and sacrifice ourselves when necessary. But he knew Nioob was right. As happy as he was for Shieena, he feared he would lose his little friend. Since that day in the human village she was his friend, his sister and most importantly his conscience. He cleared his head, glanced at his sleeping band of misfits, and fell asleep himself.

She blurred past Nomo, a streak of violet light and raw determination, the Heartstone clutched to her chest like a newborn child. Nomo waited until the last possible microsecond before releasing the lever. The steel shutter slammed down with a finality that shook the bedrock, sending a spray of sparks and pulverizing stone across his back. He rolled into the muck of the neutral drainage zone, gasping for air that didn't taste like silver-nitrate and betrayal. He looked up at the obsidian walls, seeing the Montague crest etched into the stone, and felt a wave of nausea so profound it nearly eclipsed the physical pain in his limbs.

What would Frued say about pouring liquids and sucking them up like that? By the time they had reached home Noah was barely coherent. Nick, helped her walk inside, carefully to avoid noise, but she was talking and hit her bag on the stairs steel handle. " Sweetie, where is the bohemian glass?" Mrs wills wills called her husband from the kitchen, causing Nick to freeze. "Shh," he hissed at Noah, who was still mumbling. Nick carried her on his arms, so as to avoid her falling. "What's the matter?" She slurred

Adrian looked at me. I looked at the ceiling. "I know," I said. "For permanent things," Noah said. "Things that aren't coming or arriving or returning." He paused. "Things that are just here." He looked at the ammonite. "Stayed things." I looked at him. "Stayed things," I said. "Yes," he said. "Category eight." He looked at Adrian. "You're category eight." Adrian looked at him. At the five year old who had just created a new category for permanent things.

I got homesick all of a sudden and Noah wrapped his arm around my waist and pecked my temple. "We will visit your family when all of this is finished, promise," he told me calmly and I thanked him. We were led to the huge castle-like home in the center and brought inside to wait in a drawing room. Colorful tapestries were covering the walls that depicted scenes of wolves in battle with armored-clad knights of old. Noah was watching me and told me that they were from the period. I was flabbergasted but even more so when a robust red-headed gentleman came into the room and introduced himself as Reno. Noah and I liked him right away. Reno was just a ball of red sunshine with a bright mind and a

Why is she staring at me, then I realized that she doesn’t know my name? “My name is Noah, Noah Greenwoods. I’m the Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack.” I’m sorry Alpha Noah, I didn’t want to offend you, I just really need to go home to my parents.” Go home, why would she wanted to go home to her parents, the event has already started so why would she go home instead of going there. Maybe she is not of age, she doesn’t look that old. “Can’t you stay a little longer with me, I liked to get to know you.”