Noah Puckerman Actor Novels & Stories

She looked over her shoulder when she felt the bed move, then she stood up. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had to do this, James. I had to do this so that I can get the man of my dreams," she said, and made her way to the floor length window across from her. "I only know one man who deserves to love my body and give me great pleasure and that is Cyrus Noah, celebrity swimmer and one of Hollywood's top bachelors." Crystal giggled and leaned on the window.

Noah stood with the groom like the competent best man who was forced into the role. And it was true that he was forced into it. The groom, Liam Parker was his maternal cousin. Seeing his distracted look, Liam couldn't resist probing, "What's on your mind?" "Nothing." Liam didn't believe his words even for a minute. "Are you upset about the venue?" "Why would I be?" countered Noah.

​Behind him, strolling in with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a tablet, is Noah. ​Noah is different. He has my lighter hair and Kael’s grey eyes, but they are hidden behind thick rimmed glasses which he does not actually need, but thinks make him look intellectual. While Liam is dressed in a superhero t shirt, Noah is wearing a tiny vest and a bow tie. ​"The gate did not open because I locked it," Noah says, not looking up from his screen. "I was testing the firewall. It is trash, by the way. I broke through in twelve seconds."

So Thomas took his handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned Lea’s face with it. Meanwhile, Ken was looking happy and couldn't wait to bring Drake the good news, “Bro… guess what, I know where Noah is!” Drake’s grumpy face instantly brightened up, “really? Where?” he asked impatiently, “tell me, Ken, quick!” “He’s in Beverly Falls, Pennsylvania,” Ken then took his phone and opened the Woof app to show Drake one of Lola’s pictures with Noah in it, “See…” Drake smiled when he could see Noah’s recent face, ‘Damn, he looks hot…’

And that pisses me off more than it should. “You don’t have to deal with Luca Vance alone,” I add quietly. Noah exhales slowly and stands up. “You’re acting like he’s a serial killer.” “He’s worse,” I mutter. Noah rolls his eyes. “You barely know him.” “I know enough.” Guys like Luca are predictable. Charming. Smug. And completely full of shit. Noah crouches again, setting two dumbbells in front of the mirror. “He emailed me.” That makes me freeze.

Jojo and Dusty immediately started hooting and clapping, adding to the noise of the room. Over Liam’s shoulder, Elena’s eyes involuntarily drifted. Noah was standing by the fringe of the crowd. He wasn't clapping. He was just watching them, his jaw tight, a small muscle jumping in his cheek. He looked like he wanted to say something, or maybe punch something, but then he blinked, the expression smoothing out into his usual mask of indifference. When Liam finally pulled apart, he was grinning, totally oblivious. Elena felt like a criminal. She looked toward Noah, but he’d already looked away, pretending to be fascinated by a speck of dust on his sleeve.

Blonde, ever-grinning, ever-joking Peter, and he's looking at me like I'm Christmas come early. "W-what's going on?" I stammer, eyes bouncing between them. Peter, too bright, too eager. Noah staring at the floor like the carpet's got something important to say. "Don't be anxious, baby girl," Peter says, his voice all charm and smooth glass. He nudges Noah, trying to get a reaction. Noah lifts his face. He shaved for the wedding. The clean look is strange on him. Makes him look younger. His hazel eyes don't hold mine for long. His smile is twisted-awkward, unsure.

ASHER POV Elliott is in my room when I get back. His hand is in his pocket, the other twirling around a mini toy puck, leaning against the door, staring at me—which is his definition of pacing. "You look disastrous." "But I still look better than you," I reply, and he leans away from the door. Dipping both hands and the toy puck into his pocket, he takes a measured step to me... then to the President Obama picture that sits on my dresser by my bed.

I had no substantial evidence, just some hunch. “I can dig deeper. But I’ll need help,” Damon said, breaking the silence between us. My pupils dilated. I didn’t care what he needed, I was going to make sure he got it. I need to get to the root of this. “Who?” I asked. “Noah. One of the gamma pups. He’s good. The boy is an IT expert. He once hacked the principal’s computer when he was twelve just to get out of detention. He is fifteen now,” Damon reported.

“This screams funeral.” “Perfect,” August chirps. "Let's make sure he doesn't ask you out again." Noah stays true to his word and he arrives ten minutes to the set time. He has on a simple black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his slightly muscular arms, and beige slacks. His hair is combed neatly to the back and I think it's fair to say he looks... charming. "Hi," he greets with a sheepish grin when I pull the door open.