Noah Ibu Novels & Stories

“In the old days, it was the body of a critically injured soldier. These days it’s the terminally ill or those who have suffered life destroying injuries.” Serenity looked up at Noah, before her gaze dropped to the opening of his shirt. Her hand reached out and she pushed aside the fabric, exposing the scar above his heart. The thin line marred his otherwise perfect skin. “Who were you?” “I sailed on the Mayflower.” Noah stood, taking the book back to the shelf, before returning to his seat on the opposite sofa. “Are you serious?” Noah nodded, his hand lifting to where she’d touched his skin. His lips thinned, before he looked up at her again and nodded. “My mother was a Puritan, from Englan

“Because people make mistakes. Noah and I had a… misunderstanding a long time ago. He thought we were on a break, and things happened. It wasn’t planned, and it wasn’t supposed to be this way. But then Noel came.” Sienna feels like the ground beneath her is splitting open. “Stop,” she whispers, holding up a trembling hand as if she can physically ward off Ivana’s words. “Noah was there when Noel was born,” Ivana continues, her voice soft but relentless. “He wasn’t ready to be a father, but he still showed up. And since then… well, he’s tried his best to be in Noel’s life, even if it’s complicated.” “You’re making this up!” Sienna’s voice cracks, raw with desperation.

He found her by the infinity pool with a news paper in her hand. “Good morning Heather.” Noah said squatting beside his mum. “Is that anyway to talk to your mother?” Heather kissed him on the cheek. “Is it true, what I heard yesterday?” The puzzled look on Noah's face made her explain further, “I mean Sophia having kids for you?” He nodded, “Twins, a boy and girl.” “You didn't think it was necessary to tell your mother she's now a grandma?” “I was going to tell you eventually.” She laughed, “You've always been a bad liar.”

I say, practically all in one beat. Exhausted, I slump back against my pillow again. I’m saying all this, but it is hard to accept. But I’ve lived my entire life not having the best relationship with myparents. “Stace and I have been trying to find your birth parents, but so far we haven’t been successful,” Noah says grimly. I let that settle over me, like cold water drenching every pore of my body. “I have no doubt they loved you. We will find them, don’t worry.”

Author's point of view Noah wasn't comfortable with the fact that Isabelle went home alone. He went back upstairs and saw Tootie sleeping so peacefully. He couldn't leave Tootie all by herself at home so he then called a lady, madam Mary, someone who his father introduced to him as someone who took care of him since his mother passed away. The lady was aged but never got married. She took care of Noah as his nanny. He called her and asked if she was in town and asked her for a favor.

she said, walking ahead of him. Noah’s mother lived in a two-story log cabin-style house inside an exclusive subdivision. According to him, Ara's family owned large estates in that part of Tagaytay. “Are you sure your mom isn’t home?” Ingrid asked as they got out of the car. Noah wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her to the front door. “She told me yesterday she’d be away the whole weekend. She’s with my aunt, visiting friends in Laguna. She lives alone, and I think a helper comes here three times a week.”

I said in a stern tone, "Noah, is that something you should be asking?" Noah's big eyes immediately dimmed, and he said with disappointment, "No way. Mommy, you still don't have my baby brother in your belly? That's so lame. I spent so much effort yesterday to get daddy to your bed! Where is my baby brother? You guys are so annoying." Noah's words made Blake freeze slightly. I pulled a wry face. So, this was Noah's plan. I took a piece of bread and threw it at Noah's face. "So, you were behind it!"

I said carefully. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. I’m Noah’s mate. I always know everything,” she said, taking a quick look at Liv. “Better go after my little tempest. I was happy to meet you. See you in the evening,” she said, and hurried to her little girl, who was trying to climb the shelves to reach a book. I had to smile. I never thought that Noah would be a man with a family. Maybe because he always wore turtlenecks and I never saw him marked, but it never occurred to me. Little Liv was a small copy of her father with the exact opposite temper.

Without hesitation, he said directly, "Yes, Noah is not the son of Meredith and Nicklaus, but the son of Samantha and Nicklaus" "What did you say?" This time, it was Noah's time to get excited. He immediately slid down from the sofa and ran to Armstrong. He grabbed his sleeve, raised his head and looked at him with his big bright eyes. He asked eagerly, "Grandpa, did you really meant that Pretty Lady is my mother? Pretty Lady really gave birth to me right?". "Yes, Samantha gave birth to you. She is your real mother. That's right" Armstrong nodded and generously told Noah the answer.

“There is no beach in sight for now. She laughed. “It is beautiful, Grace. I wish I was there with you now.” “Me too.” I said, “Where are Mum and Noah?” I asked. “Mum is sleeping. After eating dinner, she went to bed. Noah is out with his friends but I think he has a girlfriend.” She whispered the last part like someone would hear her. “Hmm. Why did you think that?” I asked, eager to hear the soph spill everything. “He picks up calls more often than before, he puts more effort into his dressing when going to work, and he asks mum to teach him how to cook,” I burst into laughter, tears almost coming out of my eyes.