Pachinko Noa Novels & Stories

Noah explained, his eyes leaving Austin's face long enough to flit over the other inmates and their guests. "It's nice to have company," he added, returning his attention to their table. "Would you like something to drink? Or to eat?" Austin offered. "I won't say no to a cooldrink." Austin fished out a hundred rand note from his wallet, handed it to Noah, and watched him strut to the corner and work the vending machine, returning a minute later with his can of Coke and a packet of Doritos. "Alright. Let's get started, shall we?" he said, ripping open his Doritos. He shoved a handful of chips in his mouth. "You have thirty minutes, so woo me. Make it count!"

At eight o'clock, the October villa gleamed with lights and grace. In the living room, Jia, Sara, and Yohan chatted with Noah. His gaze lingered at the closed door of Jemma's bedroom. Sara and Yohan understood his unease, but Noah avoided mentioning her. He engaged in conversations, masking his longing for Jemma. Though his eyes hinted at his eagerness to see her, he remained silent, keeping his emotions hidden from the family's conversation.

“ Noah needs to be in school. Pls just make sure he's okay and safe” With a reluctant nod, Amaka disappeared down the hall and did as her boss said. She bathed him, combed his hair and prepared him for school. In the kitchen while Blessing was packing his Foodlunch, Noah sat on a wooden chair,swinging his legs as he munched on a slice of bread spread with peanut butter. Crumbs dotted his cheeks, but his smile was wide.

Noah smiled as he walked around the table and slapped his hand on Nadja's shoulder. "Nacho my man, you look really good in pink! I think we've finally found your color!" Nadja took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before slowly letting it out. The elder slowly turned his head and glared at Noah. "You know, pink looks good on you too. I think you should sit down and join us." Nadja said and smirked at Noah.

Tuesday night is so dead the Cineplex feels like a tomb. Bored at the dorms, I decided to come out, just to be even more bored here. I’m scrolling my phone, bored enough to burn the place down, when I spot him behind the counter: Noah. Freshman, gangly, messy brown hair, glasses perpetually sliding down his nose, uniform swallowing his skinny frame. The kind of boy who’s never even been kissed without asking permission first. Perfect playmate. I saunter over and lean on the glass. My cropped cardigan gapes open on purpose. No bra. The air-conditioning is brutal; my nipples stiffen instantly, dark and shameless against the thin knit. Noah looks up, sees them, and drops his phone.

Try to count how many security guards he has, I don't know if I can beat them all or not," Noah said casually. Rachel sneered, "you're just being modest! you can do almost anything, right?" Noah snorted laughing "is that the reason why you fell in love with me?" he asked half jokingly. Rachel swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed. "I want to drink long island!" she exclaimed. Before Noah could say anything a waiter came over. "Good afternoon Mr Parker the order has been prepared by Mr Lim, may I take the tools?" asked the waiter very quitely, his back faced Zachary's table.

Oatmeal. Noah came in at six fifty nine. He looked at the sketchbook on the table. He looked at the sketch. He looked at me. He tilted his head. He looked at the pocket dimensions. He looked at the hem length. He looked at the outside right pocket. He looked at me. "That's for me," he said. "Yes," I said. "The inside pocket," he said. "Deep." "Yes," I said. "For the ammonite," he said. "Yes," I said.

The Following Day, Mid-afternoon. A Multimillion-dollar Condo Apartment Off Campus Grounds. NOAH’S POV. TONY’S RIVAL. Noah leaned forward on one of the plush couches in his living room, his elbows braced against his thighs, his grip tight around a wireless controller as his eyes stayed locked on the massive screen in front of him. The 75-inch TV flashed green from the pitch— players sprinting, the crowd roaring faintly through the speakers.

"Indeed, that's not your house. It belongs to Gabe." Feeling belittled, Chloe did not feel like engaging in conversation with him and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. Noah's face, caught between youth and adulthood, appeared on the screen. The host asked him to assist in showcasing Exotic Star’s latest jewelry collection, and he responded with a warm smile, confidently discussing each piece. The shimmering diamond necklace outshone the stage, captivating the host, who was instantly tempted to make a purchase.

“If pancakes became illegal, would we move countries?” Ava blinke⁠d. “What?” Noah nodded seriously. “I’m asking importan‌t questi‌ons.” A‌v⁠a shook her head. “You inherited n‌onsense.‌” Noa‍h g‍rinned. ‌ Then suddenly stood up. Ava‌ wat‍ched him walk around th‍e ta‌ble. She expected him t‌o grab some⁠thing. Instead— He pulled‌ out one cha‍ir.