Don't Tell Mom Noah Novels & Stories

“Are you my mom? Am I talking to Mommy?” She sobbed immediately. She didn’t find her voice until after a brief moment. “Yeah. It’s me! I’m Mommy.” Noah merely stood aside quietly. His dashing face was devoid of any emotions. Suppressing his feelings, he griped, “Oh. So, you do remember that you’re her mommy? Ever since you left, she refused to sleep every single night. Every night on your birthday, she would… She…” He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he bolted out of the restroom.

"Wait. Letters? What did hers say to everyone?" Before anyone could answer, Noah stepped forward. His face was white. He dropped to his knees right there in the living room, right in front of Ava's mom. "I have to tell you something. All of you. I can't... I can't let this go on if something happens to her." Everyone went dead quiet.

Mom raised her brows slightly. “Oh really?” she said, then paused before adding calmly, “You two should be honest with me… have you done it yet?” I let out a small gasp,my gaze fixed on Noah. “Done what?” Noah asked back like he had no idea what she was talking about. Mom rolled her eyes. “Sex? Stop acting like you don't know what I'm saying” I pressed my lips together, trying my best to pull myself together. “Mom….” “I'm asking Noah..” she interrupted me.

“Babe, no. Not right now, okay. I’m already running late.” He exhaled against my skin, frustrated, then turned me around to face him. “Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “But before I forget, mom’s coming over for dinner tonight.” My eyes widened. “What? Tonight? Why are you just telling me this now, Noah? Come on.” I tried to step past him toward the closet, but he caught my wrist. “I’m sorry, baby. She only told me last night and it slipped my mind, I’m sorry about that.”

“I have something exciting to celebrate.” I froze halfway to my chair. Across the table, Noah glanced up from his phone. Jeff looked confused. “Should I be worried?” Jeff asked. “Never,” Mom replied brightly. That answer alone should have worried him. My mother was practically glowing. The second I sat down, she reached over and squeezed my shoulder. I knew exactly what was coming. “Mom.” “What?” “Don’t.” She looked offended. “I’m proud of you.” I rubbed my forehead. Jeff laughed. “Oh, this should be good.”

mom responded. “We can do this a hard way or an easy way, Noah. Irwin already proved how far he is ready to go to get what he wanted. There is nothing wrong with playing it his way,” mom continued. “If it helps, you can go with the team. That way I know you are near if she needs you.” Noah’s face lit up at her comment and he nodded furiously. “I would love to go.” “That’s settled then. The rest of you can go to your classes and pretend like nothing happened here,” she ordered and led me outside the office.

Even standing several feet away, he could hear every shaky breath. Every sob. Every attempt to stop that failed almost immediately. Raven ran a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to do with this? He was exhausted. Drunk. Barely functioning. And none of this was his problem. At least that was what he kept telling himself. So he turned toward the door. One step. Then another. His hand reached the handle. “Mom...” The word stopped him cold. Raven stared at the door. Didn't move.

Thinking about how I'd been rushed into the ICU in my previous life, I immediately called my sister, Claire Dawson. "Claire! Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Her reply came through between ragged breaths and the edge of a sob. "I can't, Maeve! Mom showed up in my dream! She said if I don't reach the top of Mount Mistwood before sunrise, those evil spirits will tear her apart! "I know you're worried about me, but I can't just sit here and do nothing while Mom's being pushed around! Anyway, I have to go. The sun's coming up in less than an hour. If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late!"

When our lips finally parted, my cheeks burned, and it took an amazing amount of courage to face the two graceful women who waited for us to speak. I cleared my throat and stretched my lips into a nervous smile. “Luna Calandra—” “Calandra,” Kaan's mother corrected. “I stopped being a Luna a long time ago.” She leaned forward, locking her eyes on mine, and winked. “You can call me Calandra or... Mom. We're family now, aren't we?” I didn't think I could accommodate all the emotions in my heart. Biting my lip, I nodded while my eyes filled with tears.

Her face was full of sympathy. "Sweetheart. You've never met your daddy, have you?" "Don't be angry at him, okay? Your mommy has to work very, very hard. She drinks with different men every night. It's utterly sordid." "That's why your daddy left. Try to understand him, okay?" Damian smacked her hand away. "Liar. My mom is not like that. Get out. I don't want to see you." I shoved the door open and went straight at her.