Noah Puckerman Actor Novels & Stories

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

“it’s a shame I don’t believe you.” “Noah isn’t a good Alpha. He is secretive, manipulative and cruel,” Cian tells me. I’ve never seen him be this serious before. I’m used to the cunning joker who charms all he comes across with his wit and humour. “I might not trust Noah, but at least he doesn’t stalk me across the Pack and manipulates everyone in this place to get in,” I tell him. “I’m not interested in working for you, so you might as well leave right now. And for future reference, you’ve put me off from ever wanting to see you again. Got it?”

At least as long as she kept up her role in things. He put his hand on her back. "No scary reporters." She looked up at him. "I'm not scary." His gaze took on something molten. "No, you aren't scary." Then he smiled and she wasn't sure she saw what she thought she saw. Then again, Noah was an actor. A singer at first, but he'd acted in movies before this one he was going to begin filming. That must be what he'd been doing. He'd been acting, but why? There was no one but the pilots to see them. She was pretty sure they knew what had transpired on the flight. She expected discretion from them, but that didn't mean they wouldn't gossip in the pilot lounge.

“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.

The person who called was a shameless homosexual director in the entertainment industry. His name was Ryan Locksmith. He was a very famous A-tier director… Not too long ago, Ryan told Noah Smith that he had a role for him. Moreover, Ryan personally called Noah on the phone to tell him about it. After Noah went over, Ryan started giving him uncomfortable hints. Moreover, Ryan even tried to touch his thigh. Noah figured out Ryan’s intention and left immediately… To be honest, Noah was tempted to slap Ryan back then.

The man asks again in shock. “An…actress actually,” Hans added with a smirk on his lips. “What the fuck? Is the world ending? Does he have an uncurable disease?” The man asks again and walks towards Nicholas's bed. “I don’t know. By the way Mr. Lancer---“Hans tried to say. “Noah, I’m not so formal like this fucker. This is really strange to see him without his killer death glare.” Noah Lancer said and took his phone out and open the camera.

"Ruby. Do you still have my number? I'm Noah." *****

"You know Derek?" Like a flame doused with ice water, the relief Noah felt just moments earlier was snuffed in an instant. "Derek?" Derek shook his hand heartily with a smile. "Well, he probably remembers me only as Dean Kratz, but yeah, I remember Noah. How the hell are you?" Noah nodded, suddenly at a loss for words. The dean was Roni's ex? "You two related?" The dean asked with a curious smile. "No, uh," Roni glanced at Noah then back at Derek, "Noah is my roommate."

"Of course, Dad. I miss my room. Bring me home now." "Xeva, you've only been here one day. Can you stay here?" Gladys said to her. Xeva chuckled softly, "Thank you, but not today." "It can't be helped my home is my heaven." She said again with a smile. Noah just stared at them blankly there. Not a word came out of his mouth. *** The next day Noah chose to walk to school. He bumped into a middle-aged man. Brukk! "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me help you, Sir."

"Just a joke. Everyone's drunk. I didn't know you were standing there." "Then be funnier next time," Emma blinked, unimpressed. Realizing he couldn't laugh his way out of this one, Liam muttered unhappily, "What else do you want from me? I already apologized. Jeez, talk to your wife, man." "Alright, alright," Noah said, it had gone on long enough. He turned to Emma, his annoyance returning. But he had played the game so well in public that despite what he felt inside, he could give her a soft indulgent smile, the warmth meant entirely for the benefit of the audience in the room. "You came out tonight too? Why didn't you tell me?"