Nick wasn't in the space to banter words with her, he glanced through her phone to see what might have made her, want to get Dan jealous by sending him a picture of her kissing another. Noah extended her hand to stop him from checking her phone, Nick pulled out her hand. Nick glanced through the picture he had seen on her phone, he felt so sorry for her, he couldn't say a word to her. It's painful if a partner should have an affair with someone but in this case it was with her best friend, he looked at Noah and saw how disappointed she was. "if I get you your pictures" Nick finally said his voice quite almost vulnerable "will you go home already?" Noah titled her head slightly, her expression softening as she gazed at him."maybe" she replied softly, her voice whisper in the cool night air. "Maybe?" Nick repeated inching close to her, he parted her thighs with his hands, feeling the warmth of her skin. She was sitted on the hood of his car, with her legs pulled tightly. He didn'
Noah could hardly hold herself back, with her fist connecting with the steering wheel, saying out loud under her breath, "Yes! Yes!" She had done it-crossed the finish line. The wind was in her hair; adrenaline was running through her veins. She slammed on the brakes, sending the car into a sudden stop. The screech echoed in the night air. Before she could utter a breath, Jenna came barreling down toward her, arms wide open, her face shining with pride. "You did it!" Jenna squealed, hauling Noah into a tight squeeze. Noise erupted around them as voices cheered in celebration of her victory. It felt unreal, like some dream from which she'd never awake. In a second, it was ruined when Nick burst through the crowd, red-faced, furious. He wedged himself between Noah and Jenna, his fists clenched into his sides. "Have you lost your mind?" His voice was loud, sharp, like a knife that cut through the celebratory atmosphere. Noah was still panting from the race, furrowing a brow in ques
In Noah's room, the morning sun filtered in, casting an interminable, soft shadow in a line over the dark wood floors. Mrs. Angela Leister-dressed in her pale pink silk robe, her hair a morning mess-across the room moved briskly and pulled open the heavy drapes. This was the golden beams of the early morning sun that spilled into the room like an unwanted visitor. Noah groaned, burrowing further into her pillows. She felt the sharp intrusion of light upon her eyelids and pulled her blanket up in a futile attempt to keep it out. "Come on, get up! You have slept long enough," Mrs. Leister declared, clapping her hands loudly, her voice ringing with authority. "Ugh, I don't feel well," Noah grumbled under the pillow. Actually, she didn't only feel tired; she was emotionally drained. The last few days were dramas, pressures, and unsavory encounters just one after another that all drew her dry. Angela sat on the edge of the bed, "I know you don't feel well, but today's Will's company ga
Noah sat by the window, watching the familiar scenery blur into a collage of memories. Tears welled in her eyes as the reality of leaving her hometown sunk in. She clenched her fists, trying to hold onto the comfort of familiarity slipping away. Her mother, Angela, entered the room, her expression a mix of sympathy and apprehension. "Noah, sweetheart, it's time to go." Noah turned to her, her voice strained with emotion. "Mom, I can't leave. This is my home. My friends, my life, everything is here." Angela approached, placing a hand on Noah's shoulder. "I know it's hard, but we're doing what's best for our family. Your stepfather and I have agreed to live together after our civil wedding, and it requires us to move, and we need to do so to start living as a family." Noah brushed away a tear, frustration bubbling inside her. "But what about me? What about my life?" Angela sighed, her own eyes reflecting Noah's pain. "You'll make new friends, sweetheart. And your boyfriend...
Angela sighed as she closed the door to the bedroom she now shared with her husband, Mr. Wills. It had been a long day of unpacking, settling in, and dealing with the stress that comes with moving. She looked around the room, still partially filled with unopened boxes and scattered items waiting to find their place. The familiar scent of Mr. Wills' cologne mingled with the crisp, newness of their home, creating a comforting atmosphere. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, leafing through a book. His reading glasses perched low on his nose, and a warm smile spread across his face as she approached. "Hey there," he said, setting the book aside and reaching out to her. "How's Noah settling in? Taking the whole moving situation alright?" Angela sat beside him, leaning into his embrace. "She's not entirely comfortable yet," she admitted, "but I think she'll come around soon. It's a lot to take in, especially with everything happening so fast." Mr. Wills nodded understand
Nicholas stood by the fridge, his arms folded casually across his chest, an amused expression on his face. Noah was not in the mood of his games. She has been wary of dogs and Thor was no exception, the dog a massive German shepherd, was barking furiously at her, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She reached for her phone her hand trembling. "Can you stop that, Nicholas?" Noah shouted trying to keep her voice steady but failing. She stood up slowly, her eyes never leaving Thor. The dog's intense gaze and aggressive stance were making it hard for her to think clearly. Nick's smirk widened. "He's like a poodle but smarter", he said, his hands still folded. He leaned against the fridge watching a mixture of amusement and curiousity, as Noah struggled to maintain her composure. "Did you hit your head as a child, your jerk?" Noah snapped, her irritation growing. She couldn't understand why Nick found this situation funny. Thor's barking was relentless, and every bark made her
Nick adjusted his tie and glanced at his watch once more. It was a sleek, silver timepiece that his grandfather had gifted him years ago. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the irritation building inside him. Tonight was supposed to be perfect. He had orchestrated this family dinner with meticulous precision, hoping to bring everyone together after months of growing apart. Now, it seemed like everything was falling apart before it even began. He heard footsteps echoing through the hallway and turned to see his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wills, entering the sitting room. His father's demeanour was as composed as ever, but there was a flicker of regret in his eyes. His mother, on the other hand, wore a soft, apologetic smile that did little to ease Nick's frustration. "I don't mind the lack of punctuality, but this dinner is bad timing," Nick said, his voice a careful balance between disappointment and restraint. "We're sorry
The atmosphere around the table grew tense as Nick fidgeted with his tie. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go to work," he said, his unease evident. He glanced at Noah, whose probing questions had made him uncomfortable throughout the evening. "At Mikel's?" Mr. Wills asked, looking up from his glass of wine. "Yes," Nick replied curtly. "Your first case?" Mrs. Wills inquired, her curiosity piqued. She was eager to know if it was his first significant case to handle. "I wish. His dad asked us to take care of the paperwork," Nick said, adjusting his suit and gathering his belongings. He was ready to leave, anxious to escape the scrutiny. "He studies law and gets great grades," Mrs. Wills said to Noah with a proud smile. Nick, still smarting from Noah’s earlier comments, shot back, "But it's all strength of mind, no intelligence." He directed his words pointedly at Noah, a rebuttal to her previous criticism of his surfing. Noah, undeterred, replied with boldness, "Don't worr