58 Results with character "Noah Hunter"
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STS Ch-43
“Damn,” Ash whistled softly as he took in the stream of girl groups walking past us. The late summer air was filled with the excitement of students returning after the break or freshmen starting a new chapter in their lives. “Now I regret not coming to college. Just look at those chicks go. The sway in their step is enough to wreck my heart.” Julie turned to me, one eyebrow arched. “Did I ever tell you that you have a pig for a friend?” I snorted. “Believe me, this is very tame behavior…- 165.3 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…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-42
“So this is your new home?” Julie asked thoughtfully and looked around the living room. The place still looked a little too empty without any of my personal stuff put in. It didn’t make sense to decorate the place when I’ll be going away soon. “Yup,” I said with a nod. “Thanks for agreeing to stay here with me.” “That’s what friends are for, aren’t they?” she shot back playfully. She stepped closer, slipped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body against mine. “And…- 165.3 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…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-41
“What the fuck…” I whispered, stunned and unsure what else to say. “Frank?” He set the grocery bag on the coffee table with a dull thud and walked over to shake my hand. “I know what you must be thinking, but I promise you, the last time we met, I had no idea you were related to Gloria.” Seeing him in a casual polo and jeans threw me off for a moment. The last time, he had been all business in a well-tailored suit. Now he looked like someone who spent his majority time at kids’ soccer…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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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…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-40
Bill, the editor of Friday the 13th, leaned back in his chair with the kind of pride only a veteran could carry. The small editing room around us was the first time I had been in a setup like this, and I was beyond excited to learn something new. Reels of film were stacked in metal cans along the walls, giving the place a faint smell of celluloid and dust. “Film editing is the most crucial part of making a movie,” Bill said passionately. His voice echoed a little in the cramped space. “I can’t…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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STS Ch-39
I stood outside my childhood home, taking it all in. I’d never spent this long away from it since the day I was born in this body, and the distance made everything feel strange and unfamiliar. If I hadn’t met Dad at my new place when I did, I probably would’ve hesitated to come here on a Sunday, knowing he’d be at home. But I couldn’t push this visit any further, not with post-production on Friday the 13th starting soon. Leaving my hesitation on the porch, I pressed the doorbell once before…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
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