The No-show Novels & Stories

I added. I felt the sting of pain even as I spoke. Noelle smiled. “Well, it is obvious that you haven’t checked recently because it is no longer there,” Noelle announced. Apparently, she had been following it up as well, checking on my behalf. I became emotional instantly because Noelle had been more supportive and protective lately than I have ever seen her. “How did it get off the list?” I asked Noelle, surprised. “Well, it appears that someone might have handled it, but I really can’t say,” Noelle said. “The most important thing is that it is no longer there. Donald Shell might not even show up out of shame because none of his companies was enlisted,” she added.

Urgent. I finished the show, changed clothes, and Jess accompanied me to the club’s back exit. Derek stayed to close up, so it was just the two of us and Nox, of course, who now walked beside us in his feline form. “He must have had an unforeseen event.” Jess said, trying to console me. “Billionaires have meetings, don’t they?” “He promised.” “I know. But…” Nox stopped suddenly. His ears flattened against his skull.

“I just thought it’d be a good opportunity to, you know, network. And maybe keep an eye on you.” Leo smirked, clearly not buying it. “Keep an eye on me? Please, Noah, I’ve been to dozens of conferences without you playing babysitter.” “The answer is still no.” I furrowed my brows, looking at Noah “Since when do you care who I go to a conference with, Noah?” Noah exhaled sharply, avoiding my gaze as he picked up his drink. “I just think it’s better if I go. That’s all.” Yeah, right. He was the type of person who couldn't hide his feelings. He could never fool me. There was definitely something he wasn't telling me.

Desperate, she tried to grab the notebook from him, but she wasn't strong enough to do so. Samuel, finally unable to stand it any longer, suggested, "If you want to apologize to Noelle, you need to show her how sincere you truly are. There's a show airing on TV right now that focuses on locating missing people. Why not sign up for it and apologize to her in front of everyone, on camera?" The TV show that had become increasingly popular lately. And given Shawn's popularity, it was guaranteed to reach a wide audience. There was a chance Noelle would come across his heartfelt apology, no matter where she was.

Not now, not ever. ***

"No need" "I have something to take care of"

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

“But that hulk of yours is not coming with us. I swear he can see right through my soul. Like....ugh! He’s a walking lie detector. A damn human radar.” I followed her glare to Millo, who stood nearby, rigid and expressionless, like a walking, talking stone statue. His presence was both comical and unsettling. I slipped my hand from Penny’s grip and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I won’t be joining you guys.” Nathan let out a groan. “Not again?” Penny narrowed her eyes. “Noah, seriously. You bail on us more than my ex bailed on his responsibilities. Where do you keep running off to?”

"Doubt it, let's finish getting ready." Harken wanders into the living room and collapses onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels before he decides to open up N*****x. Noel's account is the first one in the list, clicking it he sees her last watched show is Shameless and something compels him to put it on, wondering what is so interesting about it but in reality, he needs something to distract him from the fierce irritation he's feeling.

“Do you even realize how humiliating it was for me to show up to the Met Gala alone after I’d already told everyone I’d be arriving with you?” Her gaze dropped to his crumpled T-shirt and messy hair. “You clearly weren’t even planning on attending,” she sneered. “I sat there like a fool, waiting—no call, no text, nothing. You stood me up, and you still have the audacity to act like I’m bothering you?” Noah exhaled, rubbing the back of his head like he was trying to massage the guilt out of his brain. “That was today?” he asked, voice flat. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”