95 Results with character "Noah Hunter"
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STS Ch-4
I was back in the pool, or as I liked to think of it: home. It had been hours since I’d arrived, and I’d already practiced all four strokes a professional swimmer must master. It was getting late, and with no one else around, I decided to have some fun. I floated lazily in the water, aimless, simply because I could. I didn’t have to keep moving or control my breath like others might. I just extended my limbs and stayed afloat as if an invisible pool float rested beneath me. After a while, I…- 270.1 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-3
Once I was dressed for my photoshoot, I returned to Clarissa, who immediately sat me down and got to work on my hair. Within moments, she had gathered my shoulder-length locks into a tight bun. "You know," she mused as she adjusted a few loose strands, "Jordan’s still hoping you’ll cut this down to a more ‘manageable’ length." "Not happening," I said without hesitation. I liked my hair long. When she was done, I stood and checked myself out in the full-length mirror nearby. I looked…- 270.1 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-2
“Get up, Noah! I have things to do.” A pillow was hurled at my head, jolting me awake. I blinked blearily, trying to process what was happening, only to see my Daddy dearest. My second father if I consider my first life as well. (Or should that be third, considering that asshole Poseidon?) “Yeah, Dad,” I mumbled, forcing myself up from my too-cramped bed. Why did I have to ask to be tall? And why did Poseidon make me 6’2”? Why not a nice, even 6’? “Here’s what you’ll do…- 270.1 K • Ongoing
- Story
Swimmer to Superstar
I died in an accident and met a so-called ROB who turned out to be Poseidon. He sent me to Earth in 1961 with nerfed water powers and erased my memories until I turned 18.- 2.6 K • May 19, '25
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STS Ch-1
I love motorbikes. I wasn’t rich, per se, but I had five of them in my little garage. My mom used to hate that I took one of my babies wherever I went instead of driving a car like normal people. Fuck normal people. They don’t know the joy of riding long distances in the fresh air, all the way out into the countryside, without a helmet, as the wind caresses your hair. Aah. I must have closed my eyes while riding because the next thing I knew, my baby had run over a boulder. The bike came to…- 270.1 K • Ongoing
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