Noah Puckerman Actor Novels & Stories

"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!"

Instantly, Noah let go of my hand, went up to the woman, and grabbed her arm roughly. "Tell my dad I wanna see him right now or he's gonna regret it." "Why are you so mad when I mention biker gangs? Are you involved with them or... " "Hey, Mistress! I'll rip your mouth off if you get involved. This is my business with my dad. I wanna see him now or I'll... " "Noah!" From the direction of the door, a man's voice echoed, loud and firm. I turned. He was the guy from the newspaper article. That meant he was Peter Adam, Noah's dad. He was the mayor of Wood Town. Oh, my god.

Kasper shows up whenever he wanted to. He became distant, and it was at the club that I saw Noah. The second time I went there. I never thought I would run into him at Cottage Pack, but he was right there, having a skeptical look at Mark. “I never pictured you here, Ocean’s perfect girl.” Noah snickered when he saw me. I twitched my lips because I couldn’t say the same for him, so I kept quiet. “And who is this chimp mouse?” He pointed a finger at Mark.

“We wait too long, we’ll lose half the pack.” Noah walked to the bay window, staring out at the forest beyond his land. His reflection stared back—tired, furious. He didn’t speak for a long moment. Then: “Hmmm.” The sound was low, unreadable but Jake knew him well enough to hear the fury beneath it. Noah’s phone buzzed. He snatched it from his pocket, thumb hovering over the notification. Emma. He opened it. Please let me be. Thank you. He stared at the message for a long moment.

Liam slowed near the front door, his expression sharpening as he glanced through the side glass. “It’s late,” Ariana murmured, gripping his arm. “Who is it?” His jaw tensed. “Someone I didn’t expect to see here.” He opened the door, revealing a tall, lean man leaning casually against the frame, dark hair falling into his storm-grey eyes. “Noah,” Liam said flatly, every syllable dipped in caution. Noah’s smirk was the kind that hinted at trouble. “Always nice to see you too, Liam. You’ve been busy… digging around in places you shouldn’t.” His gaze flicked toward Ariana, assessing her with a curiosity that made her bristle.

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

“The man sure knows how to make an entrance.” Monica nodded, “But you guys did good. You didn’t just roll over and take his shit.” Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe the shit Noah just got me into.” Just then Noah stumbled over, still grinning like an idiot. He laughed, and clapped Liam on the shoulder, “Good luck, brother. You’re going to need it.” “Fuck off, Noah,” Peter said.

Mara exhaled slowly. “You think it’s real.” Ethan turned to her. “I think nothing that touched that system gets the benefit of doubt.” A few minutes later, Noah entered with a tablet in one hand and a half-zipped messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He had changed too over the past months. Less frantic. Sharper. Still awkward. Still brilliant. Still carrying the permanent look of a man who had seen one layer too far beneath reality and never fully adjusted back. He took one look at their faces and stopped joking before he even started.

And for the first time, Nolan smiled, truly smiled. “I'll excuse myself to go and get ready.” I said, and he nodded slowly, taking a step back as if letting me know that he was giving me my space. “I’ll wait.”

Sara held his hands gently, saying, "Yohan, you shouldn't feel ashamed. He sees you as his savior. He wouldn't want to embarrass himself. You manage Brooklyn Group, teach him, and then pass it on to him when he's ready." Yohan shook his head and stepped away, taking another puff of his cigarette, lost in his thoughts. … In the office cabin, Noah sat on his swivel chair, clutching his phone, his gaze fixed on a photo of a lovely girl displayed on the screen. His eyes showed a blend of sadness and a deep longing. Jacob Kasher sat on the couch, puffing on a cigarette while observing Noah for an extended period. Seeing Noah in pain had wearied him. He rose from the couch and casually settled in