Noah Cyrus Young & Sad Novels & Stories

Liam walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water and sat down next to me. “You sighed again.” “I just feel something strange.” “You’ve said that five times tonight.” I looked at him. “Noah still isn’t home.” "He's a college kid, dear. Not a junior high child." I held a cushion close to my body. “That’s just it! He’s been in school for some days, but he seems like he’s fading away. Instead of feeling more joyful, he appears even sadder.”

"Those people... They are trying their best to spend their lives so it could be their best last moments of being alive... Imagine it like having a last meal before being sentenced to death..." . "Noah... That's very sad... I think that's too harsh to be an example..." . "Well... Life is as harsh and as hard as it is ever going to be... It is just how it is... Every day..." . Noah looked out the window with such a sad expression. From what I saw, and what I hear... I could believe and make out something. Perhaps Noah had undergone something similar in his life. Maybe not him, maybe his closest family members. He never told me anything about it though, but I just kind of believe that it might

Sara held his hands gently, saying, "Yohan, you shouldn't feel ashamed. He sees you as his savior. He wouldn't want to embarrass himself. You manage Brooklyn Group, teach him, and then pass it on to him when he's ready." Yohan shook his head and stepped away, taking another puff of his cigarette, lost in his thoughts. … In the office cabin, Noah sat on his swivel chair, clutching his phone, his gaze fixed on a photo of a lovely girl displayed on the screen. His eyes showed a blend of sadness and a deep longing. Jacob Kasher sat on the couch, puffing on a cigarette while observing Noah for an extended period. Seeing Noah in pain had wearied him. He rose from the couch and casually settled in

They had never expected Noah to be so moody on his birthday. "Hey, buddy, what's wrong?" Diego asked, concern etched on his face. Noah shrugged, letting out a deep sigh. His jaw was clenched and his face grim. "I don't feel like celebrating”, he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Freya shot Diego with a worried glance before turning to Noah, ready to speak. Her expression turned sympathetic, and she had a clue why Noah acted that way. He was definitely feeling the heat of the court battles, the scandals, the losses and tragedy caused by Desmond.

Sometimes, it made the young Noah question his existence—whether he was adopted or abducted at the auction. "....." Even if the young Noah thought of that, Cameron was really not provoking him. Not just because Cameron really thought so, as she was very confused as to why the young Noah suddenly lashed out at her, but because the transparent Noah, who witnessed Cameron being silent, quiet, without any energy at all, and quite melancholy, thought that what he had learned in the past might be just a misunderstanding.

She exclaimed. She was miserable, crying a river out of anger. Noah was innocent—he was always innocent from all of this. He only wanted freedom and a real love that he didn't find from his own father, but this is all that he gets—death. "My Larisa," Gabe's mother uttered while crying as she was also hurt by watching Larisa scream all her rage and sorrows. The people who were there were also focused on her. Everything happened so fast. In just a blink of an eye, Noah was killed.

“You guys. Nancy raised me. Do you know how many birthdays you missed because you had some work dinner? I kept getting degree upon degree, yet you guys are still not in any of my graduation photos. I don't want to bring a kid into this world to traumatize them.” The dining room grew cold, and the faces of his parents turned pale, and without raising his head, Noah mumbled, “I am thirty now. I have learned to work through that issue. But I see myself in you, father, and I don't want to live through the trauma of watching my child go through the feeling of disappointment that I had to endure.” Tears started rolling down Mrs. Stark’s cheeks, and her sobbing echoed throughout the room. “Noah,”

I breathe out, my lungs stinging from the dry heat of this place. Their eyes look at me before a soft smile forms on Dad’s face, he can’t talk. They can’t talk because they are dead, I have to remind myself. “I’m sorry…” I try to reach for them, my hands unable to touch them, unable to reach them. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” I cry out, my lungs suffocating me from the internal grief I was still holding. “Hold her down!” I hear Noah’s voice from the sky, he was angry, he was concerned.

Domain Zero sent the request. Seconds passed. Then a response. Not from a system. A nine-year-old boy. Mom? Other Elena fell to her knees. “Yes.” The text continued: Is it safe now? She sobbed. “I don't know.” Good. Truth. Then: Is Noah there? The fourteen-year-old covered his mouth. “Yes.” He's probably tall now. Noah laughed through tears. “I am.” Then: I want to wake up. Other Elena screamed with joy. Current Elena closed her eyes.

Prologue “...I’m not giving up on you.” I was almost yelling into the phone. Vasha’s radio silence sent chills down my spine. “Please say something...” I pleaded softly. I heard her sigh in exasperation. “You already have. Farewell.” The line disconnected and I dropped to the floor, wallowing in my own grief. My heart pounded so hard I thought it’d jump out of my chest any second. Tasting my own salty tears, I made no effort to stop crying.