Noah Sebastian Parents Novels & Stories

As he stood in the living room with Rhodes, the rest of the Carnell’s family sat on the couches, and for a while, no one said a word. Then Mr. Carnell darted his gaze off Noah and eyed Rhodes, asking, “And you are?” “He’s my father. Unfortunately, my mother could not be here. She is back at home, in the countryside.” Noah cut in, and the fact that he did cuased Mr. Carnell’s face scrunch into a grimace in disapproval.

"And maybe completely screwed up because her mom is a doctor who works all the time and is still dealing with abandonment issues? And her dad . . . is a has-been football player who doesn't know she exists?" "First of all, Noah is not a has-been, and you know that. He'll figure out a plan for his second act any day now, and when he does, watch out. He's going to rock it. He just needs to get past this huge self-pity party. Second, he'll know his daughter-or son-exists because you're going to tell him. And then the two of you will decide the best way forward for both of you." Her eyes dropped to my stomach. "For all of you."

They both met in the center where Mile hugged his all grown up boy followed by Natt before they passed his hand to Noah. Noah turned to look at his Dad and Mom and kissed their cheeks before turning to hold the hand of the man he loved most. His would be husband. Benjamin Brian Lawson . He guided them to the stage where the Mayor of the city was standing along the priest. The kids stepped down to their dads waiting for their next call.

The early death of Sebastian’s father had left a deep anxiety in the old man—a fear that the family line would come to an end. Mr. Noam had even once expressed his regret for not allowing his wife to become pregnant again after giving birth to Sebastian’s father. A difficult pregnancy and a risky delivery had made them stop at just one child. Now, in his old age, that regret had turned into pressure—one he squarely placed on his grandson’s shoulders.

I had never heard any mention of Sebastian’s parents in the months I’d known him, but I wanted to check every possible lead. I heard the sighs. “His father is dead, and nobody knows where in Canada his mother is. Plus, Sebastian hates her,” David sighed. Have any of you checked?” I asked accusingly. My voice was harsher than I intended, but I was allowed to vent. His mother could be a possible match, and no one had even tried to search for her. Sebastian hates her, like that was a good enough reason.

Sebastian’s rough voice came from behind his cousin. Instead of listening, Poseidon stepped closer to me and draped his free arm over my shoulder with a grin. "Neshara's single. She can choose any man she wants to be Sevi's father." "Fuck you!” Sebastian's voice was quiet but there was an obvious annoyance. He closed the distance in one step and pulled me to him. His arm wrapped possessively around my waist. Poseidon laughed again when Sebastian took Sevi from him. He raised both hands and walked away, still shaking his head.

she asked, reaching out. Noah forced a tight smile. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.” His gaze scanned the thinning crowd, searching for a face he didn't want to find. “Look, I have to go. We’ll talk later.” “Wait—” Noah didn’t wait for her to finish. He dashed out of the lecture room. From a distance, Sebastian watched them. He waited until Noah disappeared before stepping toward Bena. "Everything okay?" Sebastian asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

That weren't expecting that. Sebastian cleared his throat, "yes, it's true." He side-eyed me with annoyance. He hated being revered as some royal heir to greatness, but that is what he was. It was time we both start accepting our true paths. "Luna Kiera and Luna Elizabeth are my mothers, and the Alphas, Chase, Drake, and River are my fathers. I am the Alpha of the North and South. You're bound to me and that means those lands are your lands." "Five parents?" Someone murmured and I giggled. It was a little odd. "How is that possible?"

As the search results appear, my jaw drops, and my eyes widen like saucers. Meet Noah 'EN’ Taylor, the son of Jude Taylor, a billionaire who has held an oil block since the early 1980s. Not only does his father own a conglomerate of comoanies, spanning across America and various Asian countries, but his mother, Helen Taylor, is an accomplished individual herself. She retired as a Professor, she held the prestigious position of America’s ambassador to Egypt.

Nicolas said, taking Noah’s hand and then shaking it. When Nicolas released his hand, Noah turned to the twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Princeton. With pale-blond hair, azure-blue eyes, and aquiline features, Sebastian was a hunk. Despite the fact this man was only a year older than his brother Aiden and the two’s upbringing was a world apart—Sebastian born into a billionaire family while Aiden to an average household and eventually became orphaned at twenty-one and took the responsibility of raising five younger siblings—Noah couldn’t help but feel they both exuded a sort of power from within that was hard to miss. He knew then, without a doubt, that Aiden would one day bring their family