Don't Tell Mom Noah Novels & Stories

The line went nowhere. Franca stepped closer. "Finish the ceremony." Nico stared at the screen, and for the first time in months, fear broke through his pride. He threw the ring onto the marble and walked off the stage. Serena grabbed his sleeve. "You cannot leave me here." "Watch me." The guards at the door moved to stop him. "Your mother ordered us to keep the doors closed until the ceremony is complete, sir." Nico shoved one aside and drew his gun on the other. "Then tell my mother she can shoot me herself."

Jace instantly froze from the counterattack. I quietly sighed in relief. Looks like I was still the better player here. The mood turned weirdly awkward, so I quickly laughed it off. "I'm not trying to seduce you, okay? Don't say scary stuff like that again... If your mom finds out, I'll lose my ten properties, and I probably won't survive in Bayford either... You know I had a rough life growing up—" "Enough!" Jace finally snapped out of my nonsense and put his cold expression back on. "Are you eating or not? If not, get out."

“Mom… I’ve been following your trail, risking myself, risking everything! Why didn’t you let me know what he really is?” Her mother’s eyes softened, a flicker of sadness passing through them. “Because some truths… are too dangerous to reveal too soon. You needed to be ready. I needed to be ready. And now…” Her voice caught. “…now, we have a chance to end this. But only if we act perfectly.” Sierra’s pulse spiked. “End this? Mom… what do you mean?” Before her mother could answer, Damien moved again. Not fast, not aggressively but enough. The air seemed to tighten around them, every shadow, every corner, every breath now a trap.

I swallowed slowly before forcing myself to answer calmly. “I handled it,” I said quietly. “That’s all that matters.” Noah continued staring at me carefully like he knew I was hiding something important. Then his expression changed slightly before he asked the one question I hated more than anything. “Did Mom help?” he asked hopefully. The second those words left his mouth, anger exploded inside me so suddenly I nearly knocked my chair over standing up. “We don’t have a mother,” I snapped loudly. “How many times do I need to tell you to stop mentioning her?”

I pondered on his words and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything for a while until I took a deep breath, “I need my mom. I have to tell her what happened.” Elliot looked at me and nodded, “Okay.” He said looking around for his phone.

Yayyyyyy, I love you mommy". She yelled running off to watch TV. "My babies, I said going over to hug Damien and Lisa kissing Dame on the cheeks and Lisa on her forehead". "Hey mom, how was work today? Dame asked taking my handbag and dropping it on the couch. "Oh boy, it was good it wasn't really hectic today. How was school today? I asked them. "awesome". "Great". "Nothing happened?". "Nope" They replied. Damien rolled his eyes taking Luca from my arms. " You just got home Mom, shower and we can start dinner. I'll help. I tried to protest but he shut me up

She told him everything now. I should have deleted it immediately. Blocked the number. Turned my phone off and thrown it across the room. Anything to shut him out. But my thumb hovered over the screen, frozen, my breath coming faster. Another message popped up. Unknown: I know things are tense right now. Just wanted you to know I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to help. Your mom loves you. She’s just stressed about money and wants what’s best for you.

Including, "Your mother told her what you did to those kids when you were in high school. Leaving them stranded on that island." "Wait what?" Bart finally sat up. Intrigued by this topic. It made his smirk. He wanted to know more. "You left some-" "Who is that supposed to help exactly?" He asked calmly. Ignoring Bart. Not a single reaction. Unless the question counts. Still... "Definitely not you. Nick, Nick for crying out loud, leave them alone. This is your mess, stay in it." Bryan stormed out. Bart's eyes were fixed on the door as he said, "I told you thi-"

she whispered like he wouldn’t hear through the phone. “Yes, Mom. That’s Noah.” “He’s cuter than I expected,” she whispered again, and I rolled my eyes for the second time in two minutes. Noah smirked. “Tell her I said hi.” “She says you’re cute,” I muttered. “I try my best,” he said with a wink, and I regretted everything. “I’ll let you go,” Mom said, her grin now stretching across her face. “But we’re going to talk about all of this when you get back. Don’t disappear on me again.”

“Noah, if anyone asks about your mom, all you have to do is say that she’s not with us anymore, okay? And if people keep asking, you’re allowed to politely say that you don’t want to talk about it.” “I can say that?” “Yes, politely,” I said one more time to make sure it was fully emphasized. “Now, go and figure out what you want to have for breakfast while I tell Uncle Travis all the stuff we’ve got to do today.” “Kay!” Noah said, then scrambled off my knee and ran off. “Walk with me. I need a new shirt,” I told Tavis. “I thought I smelled you wearing your coffee. Hit a bump going too fast in the Jeep?” he asked.