Noah Puckerman Actor Novels & Stories

Noah just chuckled, “What does it matter if I’m Nathan or Noah, all that matters is that I got to use your body and enjoy a pleasurable night. You were such a slut for me and my body, baby.” “Noah!” Brooke exclaimed, scandalized that Noah would say something like that in her presence. “What? It’s the truth!” Noah said, a smug expression on his face. “Why does this woman think you’re Nathan?” Brooke demanded. “Because I told him I’m Nathan. It’s a little game we play. Whenever me and Nathan are out in the bar, he pretends to be me to avoid attention and I pretend to be him to get all the attention. Last night, we were at the bar, getting shit-faced when this woman approached us, looking all c

He narrowed his eyes, pointing toward the side of the hall. "Excuse me," Chadwick’s voice boomed, cold and sharp. "Who are you? I don't recognize you as a student in this department." Everyone turned. The whole class followed Chadwick’s finger until they were all staring at Noah. Noah didn't even flinch. He didn't stand up. He just looked at Chadwick like he was a waiter who had brought the wrong drink. "I am an art student," Noah said, his voice smooth and loud enough to carry. "I am passionate about biology. The Dean gave me special permission to sit in on your lectures, Professor."

I grasped my coffee, filled in a paper cup, in one hand and strolled out of the canteen while scrolling through my texts with the other hand. “Oh … I’m so sorry,” I said. I bumped into one of the patients. Most of the time an encounter like this is not very kind. That fine young man had an oblong beige face and brilliant blue close-set eyes. He had a clean shaved razor-sharp jawline, a wedge-shaped nose, and a set of broader shoulders. It was him, Noah Parker. Almost everyone here is aware of Noah Parker, the murderer. I stumbled into him. “Oh … no no I’m sorry,” he replied.

"Don't tell me a wolf that got kicked out of his pack. What did you do?" "I was videotaped having sex with someone in college, and they uploaded it to the networks, but I wasn't to blame for that. They drugged me and I couldn't do anything." "Ah... You're Jared Ackerman?" "How do you know my name?" "Obvious, everyone talks about you, many said you were gay, because you didn't have a girlfriend. You're famous, you're a pretty rare unattainable alpha. Some people talk about you. "I see, I'm so weird, everyone knows superficial things about me."

"Why?" "Because I'm a nice guy?" I set the plate down and slid into the chair across from him without waiting for permission. "Or because watching you brood in silence every day is slowly killing my will to live. Talk to me, man. What's your deal? Writer? Brooding artist? Hitman?" His lips twitched. Was that almost a smile? "Software engineer. Deadlines." "See? Was that so hard?" I grinned, "I'm Noah. Full-time coffee pusher, part-time hopeless romantic. Currently wondering what it'd take to make you smile."

I walked in and saw him. Riven was on the ice, alone, stick in hand, angrily shooting pucks. Most of them missed. He looked exhausted, furious, and completely broken. “Fuck!” he yelled, kicking the puck away in frustration. I stepped onto the ice, my voice soft. “Was that ‘fuck’ or ‘puck’?” Riven spun around, eyes widening when he saw me. “No pun intended,” I winked. “How do you know I would be here? What are you even doing here?”

I blinked, thoroughly confused, until I followed her gaze toward the doorway. Noah Pierce had just walked in. Noah was Jeremy’s best friend, the co-captain of the football team, and the guy who looked like he belonged on a luxury clothing billboard. He was wearing clean gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, looking completely calm and collected as he checked his watch.

Noah, the freshman student who works here part-time, looks up when I enter and gives me a smile. “Hey, Kat,” he pushes up his glasses and greets me with that sweet, dimpled smile I can’t help but return. He’s tall and lean since he’s a swimmer, has dyed blue hair, hazel eyes, a cute little beauty spot right on his chin, and piercings in his ear. When I first met him, I thought he was still in his high school rebellious phase, but once I started to know him better, I realized that he never had one. THIS is his rebellious phase after growing up with strict parents and being a pastor’s only son.

He got out of bed then walked over to the fridge and got a can of beer. He looked at the photo of his father that he had posted on the refrigerator door. He suddenly felt that his search would be in vain. Finally, he decided to stop looking and made Alex parker his only parents he had. **** Noah woke up from a phone call from Rachel. He glanced at the clock and was surprised that was still Six in the morning. What's does Rachel want to say early this morning? "Parker!" said Noah in a hoarse voice because he had just woken up from sleep.

Doc Merrin, seventy, retired large-animal vet, patches the pack out of a garage and doesn't blink at patching a human. She sets the arm. Noah stares at the ceiling and sweats through it without one sound. Not one. Like admitting you’re hurt makes you weak. Somebody trained that into him young, and I know exactly who, and I stand there hating Gavin Hunter with a fresh new specificity, holding Noah's good hand under the blanket where nobody can see it. "Stop that," Noah mutters. "Stop what?" "The hand thing. We're in public." "It's a garage. The public is a horse poster."