Susie Noelle Novels & Stories

The door banged open as Susie stomped into the kitchen with a spatula. "Jeremy! Get ya lazy hands to work faster, Rachelle Milison needs that chicken soup on her table in the next minute," Susie bellowed. A glint appeared in his eyes and he increased his stirring pace, we knew he had a crush on Rachelle Milison, a famous fashion designer who owned a famous brand called Delaney. "Hurry up Jeremy, your baby girl is waiting," Katie said in a childlike voice and he glared at her. Susie sighted Derry on the ground and seized him by the collar.

“Valerie Aleeksev designed it. There’s only one. It was made to represent the giver’s soul. Adrian bought this? For Bianca?” Noelle said nothing. The woman’s excitement made it harder to breathe. “Oh, sorry,” the woman said quickly. “I’m Chloe Daniels, Bianca’s manager.” Noelle nodded. Chloe took the box like it was treasure. “You must be Adrian’s assistant. Thank you—Bianca’s going to love this.” Noelle just smiled weakly and walked away. As she turned, she ran into Grace, who looked confused. “Noelle? I couldn’t find your phone. Are you sure it’s in my car?”

They both look like they have been through hell and back, and quite frankly, I feel the same. “Let’s get this meeting started please.” I say starting to head to my seat. “I would like to introduce Lady Eloise from the royal archives, she will be here for the duration of the meeting just in case any question arises. So to begin, there is something that all of you need to be brought in on. For the past week, Jenni has been exhibiting the ability to have visions. They started the day of her graduation party when she and Bex went to Nashville, and she has had two more since. Jenni is currently in the hospital under Dr Case’s care as she sleeps off the latest after effects of the vision. This vis

She replied, turning to face Elena and flashing a heartfelt genuine smile despite all she had been through the past two days. “Thanks, El.” “Hey, what are best friends for.” With one last hug, the girls exited their apartment and headed off to work. Noelle was dropped off in front of the company and as she stood before the towering building, she recited the plan she had created overnight, in her head. First, she was going to meet the mysterious tycoon, and then, she was going to leave an impression, secure the contract, become the leading head and then get closer to him.

"Yes Lorraine, no we haven't met before. I'm a member of the club. I'm what you called a headhunter for a job available. But I specialized in a different kind of field of expertise. I've heard about your situation. Please don't leave, just listen and think about it. You don't have to answer or even get back to me if you're not interested." I was about to get up, this sounded shadier. I didn't like where this conversation is going. Then she gave me her card, there was no company name, just her name Adriana and her mobile number. There wasn't even a last name. I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible.

Sabrina whispers softly, holding my bicep as I tremble for a few more seconds, my head fuzzy. “You’re okay, Azren. It’s okay,” she whispers, patting my back gently. I let out a sigh then, finally opening my eyes. The door slams open right then and there she is. Noelle. The sight of her hits me like a punch to the chest again. My ring glints on her finger. Her hair is in a stylish bun, her side bang framing her face. Again, she isn’t wearing makeup. She’s wearing a short flowery print dark green dress that hugs her maddening curves with a slit along the thigh and ankle boots.

With excitement in the air, they both stood up, grabbed their bags, and headed out into the city, ready to treat themselves to a night of laughter and good food. Meanwhile, Susan Wenger was left fuming. The phone had just been hung up on her by an elusive artist known only as Noelle. Susan had been eager to collaborate with this mysterious talent, whose fashion-forward videos and captivating melodies had gone viral. She wanted Noelle to compose a song and produce a beat for her upcoming debut album, hoping to elevate her own image as not just a singer but a true artist who embodied both music and fashion.

"Girls, meet you new sister, Noelle Rose O'Conner." Meghan and Molly were literally shaking from excitement, their smiles as wide as it was possible to stretch. Patricia was studying Noelle's face intently and then whispered, "she looks just like Aunt Colleen...'cept no hair."

I'm dead curious about what she has to say so I waited for her to add more to the first sentences she uttered. "No, I mean me being here, I was offered by Reid to be the cover of his new venture for the company, to launch Sta. Inez's beauty, I remember the days I spent in that paradise with Reid it so magical" What? I didn't know Reid and Liz are still talking? And Liz went to Sta. Inez before too? I manage to not display a frowning face for her, I fake a smile and said, "oh yes I heard, congrats, that's nice"

His sister’s mischievous look hinted she was subtly interrogating me, but Noah’s protective eyes made my pulse race. After meeting most of his family, Noah excused himself for a meeting. I wandered through the house and eventually found myself in the backyard garden. A voice beside me startled me. “And you must be the lovely Amelia.” I turned to see a very pretty woman—brunette, white-tan skin, brown eyes, high cheekbones. Definitely someone you’d feel insecure around. “Yes, and you are…?” “Forgive my manners. I’m Sadie, executive assistant to Noah Prescott,” she said, extending her hand.