Don't Tell Mom Noah Novels & Stories

"Saturday" "Oh. Okay. Do i need to...? Oh jeeeezzzzz no need to shout mom dad. Okay okay. I will tell everyone. Phew. Bye. Yeah yeah we will take our bags with us in the morning and will come home direct. Byeeeee Mommmmm. Byeeeee". Noah pulled the phone away since he couldnt bear the loud noise. .. "What"? His friends asked. "Well mom dad called us home. They invited you guys too. So pack your bags. We will leave directly after test". Noah said. Everyone was surprised.

I smiled, as he playfully rolled his eyes at his mother. "Hi mom" he called out, "Noah dear, how are you? I miss you, are you both safe? You didn't tell us you were leaving," I watched in interest as Noah's jaw clenched. I assumed he hadn't told them because of his dad, and I respect that. "Yes, we are fine mom, we just needed to get away for a bit" he explained.

They complete the formation of Mom's unofficial royal guards, causing the rest of us to smirk despite the seriousness of the situation. "I did try to warn you," Mom chuckles, not bothering to hide the fact that she has a whole team ready to stand up for her. Noah sports a bright smile, with a hint of nervousness creeping up his neck. He nods at all of us, clearly understanding the message loud and clear. But the tone shifts when he gazes longingly at Mom, igniting a fire within me. He takes her hand, stroking his thumb over her knuckles before turning back to us and saying:

“One way or the other, Neia Thomas and her son are going to surrender.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “You’re a fool if you think for a moment that I’ll allow you to answer that challenge, Noah.” Noah continued beating at the sandbag before him, refusing to so much as acknowledge his mother’s presence. He spent most of his time doing that lately, keeping his hands busy just to fight off the need to wrap them around her manipulative throat.

I'm suddenly wishing she were here. "So," Noah says, taking a step toward me. The towel is slung low on his hips, and I can see the muscles in his stomach ripple with every breath. "You’re not jealous." "No. I told you." I wrap my arms around myself, trying to find the words to ask him for money without losing every shred of my dignity. "My mom called." Noah’s playfulness disappears instantly. He leans back against his dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. "And? What does the lovely woman want this time?"

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

"You think that's painful baby girl? Wait until we get home. I have a paddle I want to swat that bare ass with for running away from me. What are you trying to do? Why did you run in here?" Before I could respond my mom was at the top of the steps with the donut cushion. Her eyes zoned in on Noah who took a step back and let my hair go. I took a step forward and wiped the tears away quickly. Sniffling and tugging on my shirt all to put on a mask. "She apparentely needed a special pillow for her to sit down. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, now would you, Noah?" "No, she didn't tell me or I would have bought her one."

The laughter died on my lips. “You promised to give it to me!” I shouted, my voice trembling with desperation. “And why should I? Yes, I said so, but did you earn it?” Mom retorted coldly. Then she pulled out her phone to call Albert. “Burn the box I took from Serena’s room, Albert. Do it now!” I froze in disbelief. “No! You can’t burn it! You can’t!” I screamed, lunging forward to snatch the phone from her hand. But Tara grabbed me, holding me back with surprising strength.

And apparently, neither did Blair. Then again, for all her flaws, she was a good mom. That was irrelevant now, though. I had to get him on my side. Indefinitely. “Son, unfortunately, mom…” I feigned a hurt frown. “Mom doesn’t want to be a part of our little family anymore.” Noah’s lips trembled. “What do you mean?” “She’s abandoned us, Noah.” Silence followed my lie and then Noah began to cry. “How could she?!” he yelled out in anger. “How could she leave us?! I hate her!”

I nodded. The door bell rang, Noah looks at me, he ridgef to the door and opened it, it was my mom. "Noah" she hugs him and so did he. She walks in with her luggage, the maid rush to her and collects it, I stood and ran to her and gave her an embrace. "My darling" he whispered. "Mom" I said. "Why didn't you tell me earlier, your dad refuse to tell me" she states. She hug me again. "I just came from the station, Next week, you'll have a case, all of you, so prepare yourself. But first, tell me everything" she said.