Susie Noelle Novels & Stories

Casey quickly played along "Wow,your mom is really a good fashionista" A girl said and Casey smiled "And she's the best chef in the world" Alex said 🗣 Whooaaa "She tells the best bedtime stories too" Casey said 🗣 Wowww!! "She's very beautiful and her hair is so long" Alex said 🗣 Awwwwwnnn "She's like an Angel" Casey grinned "Are you even saying the truth??" Noelle asked "Do you want a proof or what?" Casey asked

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

She peeked through her windows to look across the motel room of their gang, but their curtains were drawn. Oh well, Satan needs rest too I suppose. She shrugged off the thought and proceeded to put on her makeup. Her phone vibrated on her table as soon as she finished spraying her perfume. Max’s name flashed on her screen with two unread messages. Iris rolled her eyes, annoyance quickly entered her system by the sight of his name remembering how she struggled to hide her dark circles using too much concealer. When she opened the messages, there was a 10-minute interval between them. “Are you ready?” was the first message. Selene deleted it right away without replying. When she opened the sec

Something about it seemed a little bit - off. "There aren't any people," Shelby said. "It doesn't seem right. You can hear voices, see food and clothes and all kinds of stuff, but there isn't a single person, not anywhere." Noel nodded, looking over at Shelby, which was far more interesting than looking at the display. She was a tiny little thing, not more than five-one or five-two, with reddish blonde hair, freckles and a warm, friendly smile. He'd first spotted her at last year's Christmas party and had frankly been avoiding her ever since. Something about her was just too damn appealing and it was bad form for the owner's son to be drooling over the employees. Standing this close to her,

N O E L L E A smile forms on my lips every time I see my desk name plate and how it shows my name. It’s the name that I worked hard for and dreamt of seeing every time I entered my office. Dr. Noelle Lewis Neurosurgeon It’s a mixture of happiness and bitterness every time I remember the past that helps me grow as a person. “Are you ready, Noelle?” I looked over my shoulder to see the owner of that familiar voice. It’s Maxwell.

“Thanks but I’m perfectly happy crafting campaigns. I’ll get back to you if I ever grow taller though.” The designer shrugged, already distracted by other pretty faces. My friends laughed as he left. “There are two tall girls here and he decided to go for the shortest,” Noelle said, then paused, glancing down at Tessa. “No, my bad. The second shortest.” Noelle was the tallest of all of us. She was thin, had high cheekbones, and legs that went on for days. She was easily model material, but never had an interest in it.

Samuel was her favorite person in the whole wide world and she had a crush on him until she found out that he was gay and then he later on found his mate, Ashton, Noelle's least favorite person for obvious and petty reasons. "We need your help girlie." Kade moved forward, standing next to his mate, Jordan. "With?" Noelle flipped her hair, knowing exactly what they needed help with. There was only one thing they ever needed her help with. . . . Noelle smiled at the receptionist flirtatiously, biting her lower lip which she had overlined with bright red lip gloss as she leaned onto the desk, giving him a generous view of her cleavage, all the while twirling a few strands of her hair between he

Rosie turned to look at him again, studying him carefully before squeaking out a soft "yes" "Where are you two going?" Hendrix asked. "I don't know." Hendrix immediately frowned. He sensed something was off, but before he could press further, Noelle emerged from her room. She was wearing a light-colored top and a white long skirt. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail, and she had light makeup on. She had lost a lot of weight recently, and the belt around her waist emphasized just how slender she was. Hendrix stared at her for a moment before blurting out, "Where are you going?"

Noelle watched as Kelly's face lost color once more and added with a hint of concern, "You sure you're okay, Ms. Anderson? You look pretty pale. It wouldn't be great to get sick on your first day, especially not for Collosus Group's image!" "You..." Kelly was taken aback. Noelle's way with words was unexpectedly sharp, totally not what her profile suggested. According to the gossip, Noelle was the Shaw family's doormat, and to top it off, her own sister had swooped in and snagged her boyfriend. She was supposed to be...

“Anyway, D-boy panicked, enlisted in the Navy, and vanished into the night.” “You’re such an asshole,” Alejandro mutters. “He doesn’t like to talk about it,” Noah adds with a grin. I stare at them. “So … what happened to Susie?” Noah doesn’t miss a beat. “Juvie,” he says flatly. “Stabbed her foster parent with a knife.” I bark out a laugh, half shock, half realization — they’re not that different from the guys I know. The reception area is big and breathing — wide-planked wooden floors warm underfoot, sunlight pouring in through floor-to-ceiling windows that frame rolling paddocks, open fields, and a glossy man-made lake shimmering in the distance like it knows it’s part of the sales pitch.