Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

"We'll keep sleeping separately for now. There's no rush." A pang of guilt hit me. I had pulled him into my mess—asked him to help me escape a toxic situation and then dragged my past right into our wedding. But then again, in our circles, who didn't know about Jonathan and me? I nodded quietly, grateful for the space to breathe. Alone in bed that night, I watched a hashtag climb to the top of social media: [Jonathan Baxter Spotted Drinking Alone at 2 AM – Heartbreak Brewing?] The comments exploded immediately.

“Where is she?” Ryan hesitated. Noah took a menacing step forward. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. She?” Ryan shook his head. “She’s gone.” “Gone?” “She left the city.” Noah turned, pacing. His vision blurred at the edges, his breathing uneven. He needed to get out of there before he destroyed something. Or worse, someone. Ryan spoke again, his voice softer now. “Noah… I’m sorry.” Noah let out a rough exhale, shoving his hands through his hair. He felt sick. He had lost a child. And he would never get to meet them. Never get to hear their laugh, hold them, teach them things, watch them grow.

And after a minute or two, Kevin spoke. "You know what, let's play a game. I'll buy a bottle of water, and let's play the truth game." Kevin suggested as he walked towards the counter, and then the two just nodded but still bitterly smiled. "Come on, girls! It is supposed to be a happy day. It was Therese's birthday, babe. Let's cheer up!" Troy calmly said as he put his arm to Senna's waist. Troy looked at Senna to Therese and was waiting for a response, but it did not take long as Senna emitted a long deep breath and spoke, "Yeah, right! Though it must be noisy for the others."

Zain gave me sad eyes, and his lips started trembling. Uh oh. Not again. "You know what, dude?" Noah started, "you have started spreading your crybaby germs to others. We will take our leave. I don't want snot on this shirt," he finished with a smirk in my direction. "Damn you, Noah whatever-your-last-name-is!" I said, aggravated, and walked away. "See, you made her sad, Zainy. Now is the time to cry." I heard Noah saying behind me and I had to roll my eyes.

Noah explained, calmly, in bits, enough to allow Leah grasp and reason with him. But Leah just looked at him disappointingly. Noah shook his head in frustration. “Okay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. Forgive me?” Noah asked with a weak smile. Leah looked away. “I don't know. I'm sorry for snapping like that. I just… anyway,I mean, I can't even cry. We've thought he'd been dead thesenoast years before we learned he was actually still alive, and, and…. suffering, and now, he's dead,” Leah burst into tears. “He's dead, Noah.”

we both said a little shyly. "So, I'll spend tomorrow's day with you!" I told Lucas. "Ok.." he said a little sad and then went. NOAH'S POV I can't believe she didn't listen to those warnings. She's madly in love. She has become blind.. Suddenly Xander (my best friend) came to me. "Hi Noah" "Hi Xan" "Why are you so sad?? Mission incomplete?" he asked. "Yes.. I'm losing hope this time, Xan"

Adams said, then turned, walking to his car, feeling angry and defeated. They both entered the vehicle, and Adams ignited the engine, feeling hopeless about his future. "So, if I get this correctly, this means this would be your new home from now on until you die?" Noah asked, although he knew the answer to that already, feeling sad and worried for his friend. "That's how it's looking like," Adams said, feeling resigned and unhappy about his fate. "What about school? Basketball? Ella? And me? He wants to take your life away even before you get to live it!" Noah stated, deeply pained, because he knows the implications of what this would mean for their friendship, feeling devastated and heartb

Nancy chuckled and said, “You might say that.” “Do you need to cry?” Noah gave her a concerned look and said, “We are alone. You can cry if you want to.” “Why should I cry?” Nancy shook her head and said, “I’m not sad at all. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. “If you want to cry….” Nancy laughed and said, “Give it a rest already. You are starting to sound like a broken record!” ****

His adam's apple bobbled up and down while his face reflected a mixture of hurt and sadness. "I don't know. I don't know if I ever loved him because he left us. He left me in my teenage years, he left my mom with nothing. He left Kyle who could barely even talk at that time. He left us all," Noah mumbled in deep sorrow and I glanced at him. "There must be a reason. What happened Noah? You can tell me," I said softly and placed my hand over his. He took my hand and gently rubbed it on his cheek, placing a soft kiss on my wrist.

I didn’t even know if he was alive. Sobs that wracked my body left my lips. The more I thought about the horror I witnessed, the worst I felt. Cyrus shot him. He shot him. Nox was dead. The anguished cries that left my lips came from deep inside of me. I couldn’t deal with the pain. Something was tearing me up, forcing its way out. I felt like my heart was being ripped into shreds.