Pachinko Noa Novels & Stories

“He’s succeeding.” Before Alessio could say another word, Noa ripped the comm from his ear and slammed it on the table. He tore his jacket off, ignoring the burn in his ribs, ignoring the way his body screamed for him to stop. Pain didn’t matter. Not now. Not when Dominik had flipped the board and shoved a piece Noa didn’t even know he was playing for. His mother. The one the woman who raised him claimed was gone. The one he’d stopped dreaming about because it hurt too fucking much.

“Do you want to try my mom’s signature buns? It is guaranteed to crack your taste buds. It’s one of my favorite snack ever.” Tammy chuckled. “Sure. Anything your mom makes is ecstasy to my tongue.” Emma rolled her eyes. “You flatter her too much. Her head will swell from all this flattery you are giving her.” “Not flattery when it’s true. It’s facts. Sounds like you’re jealous, Em.” “Urghhh. No...Let’s go make an order.” **** Noah had not found her. Not yet. And his patience was wearing thin with every passing minute. In his defense, he’d been ridiculously busy.

Chapter 1: The Meeting Noah Cheong is an orphan from a small village in Daesong dong, South Korea. He came as a refugee to the USA at the age of 18, as he fled from his pack. The pack that despised him, due to the sin of his parents, and the pack wanted him dead. As Korean-American, Noah lived safely and happily with his American grandmother in California. She was his mother’s mother. She gave Noah all the love and the attention he needed. She hoped that Noah could grow like a normal human child, filled with love and joy.

Waving at the air, I lean over to open my door, trying to make myself appear as though I was hard at work doing something at my desk rather than shooing my mate out of my room. “Hi, sorry about that,” I say smoothly, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. Noah stands at my doorway, expression blank for a moment, as if he’s forgotten why he has come here. Has he been getting enough sleep recently? Dark circles plague his under eyes, making him look sickly. Concern flutters in my rib cage, as my heart rate accelerates. “Did I interrupt something?” He questions, looking around the room. He heard me, clearly. My throat goes dry, as I scramble for an excuse.

"This is me and Abel's share." Noah took the money and walked past Derek. Turned out the man who once towered menacingly over him was exactly his height now. After paying the delivery guy, he turned back to Roni who held the door open for him. Gio had already gone back inside. "The paper plates are in the pantry. I'll be right in," Roni said as Noah walked toward her. "I'm just gonna walk Derek to his car."

I stared at my father as the silence took over our table. In his eyes, I saw every reason my mother fell for him. The dark brooding look was always every girl's fantasy. But you could have done better than this, Ma. "Alan, this is Sacha. Sacha, Alan", my sperm donor introduced. The creep didn't have a bad name, surprisingly. With that, I turned to him, maintaining my blank stare as I assessed his features. His green eyes twinkled and I wondered what was amusing. Did I look funny?

"For... Letting me inside..." "It's nothing," he smiles down at me. "I'm Noah Parker, one of the football players playing tonight." I gasp. "Then you shouldn't be here with me!" Noah laughs. "I know—I should hurry to be in time for the game, but first, I'm delivering you to your seat." "Oh, but I can find my friends myself!"

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

Start building your obedience towards the male fork or one day you would bring disgrace to your husband’s house. “I don’t feel like playing. Just let me be, Biko (please)” “Let you be?” Mba laughed. “And why will I do that? We came here for fun. So let’s have fun.” “Onukwu (fool),” Ugo rubbed her nose when she suddenly picked the smell of sweat and urine from the boy’s pelt, “You can have your fun but try and do that with a clean cloth.”

Across the courtyard. Near the fountain... Noah. He wasn't talking to anyone. Wasn't looking at his phone. He was just standing there. Looking at us. Looking at me. His face gave nothing away. No anger. No frustration. No jealousy. Just... Quiet. Our eyes met for barely a second. Something in my chest tightened before I could stop it. Benito kept talking. "...and that's why pineapple on pizza is actually criminal." I didn't answer. "Theo?" "Hm?"